I am a girl who wants to die single
A girl who does not want any boyfriend
Having a boyfriend is a waste of time for me
Is it not better to sleep alone? Than to have someone beside you
Why after all this? Why after all that I said?
Why after I loved being single, I met you?
Why do you keep on attracting me?
Why are you making me think twice about being single
Why do I take a peek at you every time I see you?
Searching for you among the crowds.
Why does my heart feel weak when I look at you
But do you feel it? I don't know
But why do I still hope?
In the end I decided it was just a distraction.
I have to make my heart forget.
About the Creator
Emily
I am just a simple girl, but I have big dreams.
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 17 hours ago in Feast
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