There is a difference between
Your loneliness and my
Aloneness
You were meant to be by yourself
Like the last fallen leaves of
Autumn
While I chose to be
Alone. Even with you. I chose to
Own my being. To be.
Because to be with people
Is to not be.
I wear my pride, cinnamon brown
After a fiery red. For it has
Faded away. Grown old. Jaded.
-But they say the older you grow
the more stubborn your thoughts are-
We were destined to be
Together and apart.
But I'm sorry - I can never give you
An antidote to loneliness
With my devouring aloneness.
Photo credit to PorcelainPoet @ Deviantart.
