Perhaps it’s a joke
that I crave
solitude but hate
being lonely,
escaping
the noise of humanity
but still needing
someone to hold me.
Cradled in contradiction,
when you call
my name,
relief and apprehension
are the same
because I want to be
loved not needed.
Maybe, it’s different
at 3:43 a.m.,
beneath the sheets
and heavy
promises made only
across pillows,
when you
confess that everything
changed after me,
and there birthed
was a twinge of belonging.
I had marked
your time so tumultuously.
Perhaps, it was worth waiting
out your storm.
But no wealth of affection
can bring quietude
to this unraveling affliction,
the unrest like bees
drilling through my skull
because peace
was never an option.
All I have ever
wanted is silence,
but finding it
seems like a pipe dream,
long lost
to our covenant
of the companioned.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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I love the contrast in this poem
The difference between lonely and alone, quiet and silence! Your words both sincere and truthful.