I'm used to making only a cup of coffee at 1 AM everyday and sitting alone on a table for two.
I'm used to waking up to an empty house with no tea brewing on the pot and no dirty laundry.
I'm used to taking the subway to and fro and setting my bag on the lonely chair by the mismatched sofas.
I'm used to drying my own tears when my eyes become heavy at 3.
I'm used to doing things by myself like dancing in the rain and paintings pebbles.
I'm used to the loneliness so please don't come along and try to change things.
I'm used to being a home for a million little pieces and not knowing how to put them back.
Let me be, cause I'm going back home to solitude and being on my own. //ndcb
