Loneliness Is Beautiful

I found myself laying in the floor,

Holding my right chest with my cold hands,

And breathing slowly while staring at the ceiling.

The clock ticks,

The wind blew from my open window.

I lay for an hour,

Feeling so numb, clueless and broken.

My phone rang,

But I didn't move just to pick it up.

Instead,

I closed my eyes,

Dancing through my ringtone.

Feeling every melody,

Of our favorite song.

I felt your presence,

Laying beside me.

But I didn't open my eyes,

Because I know that I was just imagining.

I feel so isolated.

But this fucking feels so much better.

Laying at night,

Where the only sounds I hear is the wind blowing, the branch of a tree bumping my window, and my heart beating.

Loneliness is beautiful, but I never get tired of feeling this way.

If loneliness is a museum,

Then I made an art.

I turned myself into nothing but darkness.

But I'm used into feeling this way.