I'm so lonely, I write these poems for you
even though you don't know me
and I don't know you.
You'll never know my name.
Or who they're about.
You'll never know my family
or my face.
But that's the comfort of anonymity.
To say here
what can never be said aloud.
To feel here
What is too hard to feel with them.
Because I know I'll never really be "in"
I know I'll never belong
to them
to him
to anyone.
To be heard, but not known.
To be seen, but not judged.
To speak aloud in the dark.
I'm lonely, so I write here, for you
because you'll never know me.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
I'm so lonely, I write these poems for you
even though you don't know me
and I don't know you.
You'll never know my name.
Or who they're about.
You'll never know my family
or my face.
But that's the comfort of anonymity.
To say here
what can never be said aloud.
To feel here
What is too hard to feel with them.
Because I know I'll never really be "in"
I know I'll never belong
to them
to him
to anyone.
To be heard, but not known.
To be seen, but not judged.
To speak aloud in the dark.
I'm lonely, so I write here, for you
because you'll never know me.
