“This is what the lonely gets you:
nights spent trying to look anywhere
but at yourself, because then
you’ll have to admit that it isn’t
the mirror
that’s broken.
All this crying alone in an empty apartment
won’t teach you how to say the word “love”
when you feel it, just like it won’t
help you let go of the ones
who make your skin crawl just to talk to
except you don’t want to hurt them.
(You can never bring yourself to hurt anybody.
It is your best and worst quality.
You keep on hurting yourself.)
This is what the lonely gives you:
shaky hands and a shakier heart,
second guessing every good thing
you ever got.”
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LONELY POET IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)