Feeling almost ill
dialing the number
of her phone
And fully expecting
the could shoulder
and being alone
The ringing ends
stomach upside down
A familiar hello
Glad you called
almost cried and
now I know
To have friends
I can trust
believing in me
Tells me someday
I’ll be all
I can be
Delusional
I guess
to even think
a friendship
exists
Crazy
even maybe
to hold on
when dreams
evaporate
Hopeful
beyond reason
for the slightest
chance of
reciprocation
Telling
my self
to let go
I am
afraid
Aching
all day
I feel weak
as if
ill
Loneliness
is this
what it feels
so empty
inside
Desperately
clinging to
diversions so as
to forget
everything
God
if possible
can this cup
please pass
me
It is dark
as I wake up
and
it is hard
to adjust
To see the
dim light I
know
must be there
somewhere
Maybe if I
go back to
sleep
It will be
brighter
next year