Solitude

I never want to be alone. It's a patient fear,

but every morning I look in the mirror through sleepy eyes,

taking a moment to realize there is no one there but me.

It's really all I need.

I will be the last one standing.

If I stand alone.

Through any kind of weather. The days don't always get better.

Solitary and apathetic, a liar's eyes. I push everyone away.

Pasty and craving, a lover's eyes. I beg everyone to stay.

By: Andi Smith