loneliness,
cold and empty as
the winter sun
it slithers in
the back of my mind
coiled around every
doubtful thought,
encasing them in a prison of
paranoia.
i wonder who i am in
your mind,
a withering flower,
a wavering voice over
the phone?
i am afraid of how you
see me,
how one day, my fear may
overflow, making me
unredeemable.
oh, how i try so hard
not to wither in your eyes,
not to fall or need
reassurance.
i try to be a fairy,
a maiden, a wonderful
mystery
but the spell has fallen away
leaving only myself,
and i have never felt
more alone.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
loneliness,
cold and empty as
the winter sun
it slithers in
the back of my mind
coiled around every
doubtful thought,
encasing them in a prison of
paranoia.
i wonder who i am in
your mind,
a withering flower,
a wavering voice over
the phone?
i am afraid of how you
see me,
how one day, my fear may
overflow, making me
unredeemable.
oh, how i try so hard
not to wither in your eyes,
not to fall or need
reassurance.
i try to be a fairy,
a maiden, a wonderful
mystery
but the spell has fallen away
leaving only myself,
and i have never felt
more alone.
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