Lonely

Lonely (adj): producing a feeling of bleakness or desolation

Lonely greets me at the door with saccharine softness in her eyes,
Offers to take my coat and has me sit on a settee.
She places her rawboned hands on my shoulders,
Digs her unkempt nails into me so tenderly,
Like a cat with all it's claws.

Lonely breathes smoke into my lungs but never makes me choke,
Presses her redwashed lips against mine, latching her teeth around me
Like a lamprey and breathes out,
Fills me with a fullness that fits into the empty chasms
In my chest like water in a cup.

Lonely tells me the emptiness will kill me fast if she wasn't here,
Says I look best when my watery eyes meet hers in a crowded room.
She never lets me feel like the bed is too gelid for one,
Never let's me forget the faces of those that relinquished their hold on me,
And let me fall ever so neatly into the vices of her outstretched arms.

Lonely never wraps me up or holds me tender,
But pins my shoulder to the mattress with her elbow
Like a tack on a map as she charts our course on a route that only she knows,
Wistfully staring at the stars haphazardly printed on cheap tapestry hanging on the wall,
As if our story is told in them.

But Lonely knows we're less like ink blotted stars and more like the fabric they bleed into,
Our threads interwoven into something so much bigger that I don't think
She would know what to do if we stopped being one.
I don't think I know either but I know that I will not cease to be without her,
But Lonely cannot say the same,
And that terrifies her.

Author's Note

It's not one of my best pieces but sometimes you just have to post stuff that's bad to get feedback to make stuff that's good