Afterward
Here it is again
that feeling of uncertainty
the chaos calling me
Creates a storm within
Fierce and heavy
No god to blame
the entire weight
of my solitary condition
collapses me
My doing
My burden
Her hands were dirty
Stained with black ink
Eyes wide, deep, brown
Her name I do not know
Fingers bare
No commitments
She seemed so beautiful
the perfect amount of imperfection
I keep this feeling
Like any other
Inside, guarded
Afterward
I walked away
Alone
I always fail
at social situations
No friends
the world is lonely
She barely notices me
probably just enough
to see I am nothing
I'm sick of solitude
In need of someone
Something....
Ahhhhh!!
a cry of pure frustration
Longing for it
Wanting it so desperately
Feeling, fearing
impossibility
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