Don't waste it on the wrong person. Don't even waste it on the right person.
Don't waste loneliness during the day, When there are things to be done. Don't waste it in dreams at twilight, When there are dones to be thinged.
Don't waste loneliness at night When your time should be your own And could be filled with anything Other than everything you're not.
Take your loneliness And denigrate it. Crumple it. Crush it. Throw it in a blender. An industrial oven.
Take it out For a few drinks too many, And a few more after that; Lull it into a false sense of security That congeals with its drunken state To create a blinding dichotomy Of vulnerability and arrogant invincibility, So it suspects nothing As you lead it Down a dark alley And beat it to death with a brick.
Have a too-close-to-call Fight to the death With your loneliness In a public toilet, With it almost getting The better of you Until you smash it Teeth-first Off of a porcelain Sink basin, Before dragging it By the hair To a cubicle, Where you hold its head Under the toilet water, Long after its body stops convulsing.
Do what you can To transmute Your loneliness Into solitude, And wear it.
Inside-out. Back to front. Upside-down. Right side up.
Wear solitude so well that It ends up wearing you, As its skin.
Use solitude to learn thyself. To feel thyself. To know thy changing self.
Let solitude remind you that The existence of loneliness Begets the existence of The antithesis of loneliness.
So definitely don't waste Perfectly good loneliness, Especially if you're forgoing Perfectly good hope.