Bare Walls

loneliness

is like the shortness of breath you get

when you’re barely skating by

treading on thin ice

hoping someone will extend their hand

and pull you out of the rink.

it’s like having a house full of bare walls

because you can’t decide on pictures

you hate the ones you took

and you want it to be aesthetically pleasing

for the guests you’ll never have

it’s like a room in the winter

with no heat

it’s not comfortable

but I’ll start a fire

and I’ll survive

haphazardly hoping

I don’t burn everything down with it

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