The State of Lonely

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I toss and turn in my bed, wrinkling the sheets blanketing

I turn my pillow over and over again, wishing you were by my side 

I ball up the covers and release them, hugging myself intently 

Sighing at myself, for I am alone where you don't reside 


I nuzzle myself further and further into the cool covers 

Struggling to get warm

And do and undo them over and over 

But I can't seem to find comfort as I find when I am in your arms 


I clutch my knees to my chest, 

And stare at the painted ceilings above me 

I try to get myself to fall to rest 

But alas, it is to the state of lonely, you drove me 




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