On Loneliness
It peels open and does not contain the sadness
often found in pubescent emo poems and
resonating violin strings
My romantic loneliness can be felt
through the cold, voiceless thunder
that bypasses bedrock as it
cradles crumbled carbon in my chest
Its fingers attempt to excavate my insides
searching for something necessary within
the myth of an American Dream
I want to feel this moment like
frozen steel against my skin,
unbearable but bearing life, unfiltered
I want to feel this moment like
every unrequited love and
every meaningless infatuation,
not because I'm masochistic but
because I'm addicted to stamping footprints in soil
six feet above the dead.
Through repetition, my loneliness has
learned to abandon its umbrella
and embrace the droplets
instead of bracing for the storm
I consume everything that falls,
even the acid rain that will not kill me
I want it all to be real, and
for the voids to be as intense as my fulfillment
because last Summer I promised
to fill myself with life
no matter how close I was to dying.
often found in pubescent emo poems and
resonating violin strings
My romantic loneliness can be felt
through the cold, voiceless thunder
that bypasses bedrock as it
cradles crumbled carbon in my chest
Its fingers attempt to excavate my insides
searching for something necessary within
the myth of an American Dream
I want to feel this moment like
frozen steel against my skin,
unbearable but bearing life, unfiltered
I want to feel this moment like
every unrequited love and
every meaningless infatuation,
not because I'm masochistic but
because I'm addicted to stamping footprints in soil
six feet above the dead.
Through repetition, my loneliness has
learned to abandon its umbrella
and embrace the droplets
instead of bracing for the storm
I consume everything that falls,
even the acid rain that will not kill me
I want it all to be real, and
for the voids to be as intense as my fulfillment
because last Summer I promised
to fill myself with life
no matter how close I was to dying.