Alone

I used to think I liked being alone

This is what you tell yourself when

you have no other option

Locked in

Blocked

Solo

Oh no

Now I see I’m triggered

Hair I pull back

Heart racing

Worn carpet pacing

Attack

Why would you leave me like that?

Was I…

Too much

Not enough

Too rough now too

Tough to slough off

The skin you left me in

Fragile, despondant

Resentments seeping

through my every pore

The wound is sore but the salt

just keeps pouring

Stress soaring

Take anything to help with ignoring

But then I’m alone again

No one on whom to depend

So I ask myself,

Do I like being alone?

Or am I just too lonely,

to put down this pen?