I am alone.
I do not crave attention:
I make plans.
I reminisce less;
Like you.
I have become comfortable with my own conversation.
When my body gets too big and craves to be held, I do not turn to another.
I simply break down
on my bed
(or in my car)
and cry.
"Crying"
doesn't last as long as it used to.
I let my pain fill me up.
I accept my present existence.
I know myself better every day.
My reflections.My comparisons.
My anxiety of understanding
or the lack thereof.
I want you to know my being like you know your own -
without distance.
I want you to know my heart like you know your own -
without question.
