Sometimes I wonder
If I ever truly felt anything for you,
or if I was just looking for something
to write about

Or maybe
I was looking for something
to dull the pain
that loneliness brings

Ever lonely
ever lonely
searching for
my one and only
and everybody
in between;
a foreigner
to care and love
and a veteran
of empty spaces,
seeking isolation
because it is all
I've ever known
I walk the crowded streets
with my head low
I walk the crowded streets
alone
and would I rather
be a writer
known for my pain,
or a liar
with a boldly
beating heart?