Tender
As I fear to be held responsible for my own avoidance. As solitude, a realm so intoxicating, becomes an addiction of its own.
A small voice lingers, whispering in my ear What will you do? If there’s no one left to disappear?
Time is creeping giving me a restless feeling ticking, TICKING. As if footsteps are growing louder behind me
A slithering tongue, licking at my earlobe Hurry up! You will be left behind! There will be nothing but blank space a heavy and thick atmosphere.
Will the comfort turn into a weight I cannot bear? No familiar smell will ever reach me again
Is it being alone that unsettles you? Or the sole ache of never having felt the tender weight of a gaze softening in love as it rests upon you?
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