It doesn't hurt to be alone,

it kills me to have no one, time crawls through my shadow and the pre-made phrases are more like a sentence than a help.

It's looking both ways before crossing and cars with buses and motorcycles and bicycles come diagonally but not one hits you. And it doesn't hurt to be alone, because I was born alone, I was raised alone, I was kept alone, and I and I know each other well.

I am my favourite smile of the sunrises, my favourite joke of the rainy days, my chosen romance of moonless nights, and my favourite anguish on the days without sound. 

And no, it doesn't hurt me that there isn't anyone for me, that the world turns in every step I take and the people avoid my gaze because they fear that my eyes will make that connection that keeps us bound to this piece of earth, and I no longer have any supplications to give because I’m getting used to it.

I’m turning into the colour of my wall and no longer asking, I’m letting my voice be the only thing that motivates me and my loneliness be the only thing that protects me. 

Because it doesn't hurt me to be just me, so maybe if I stop waiting and hoping for someone to notice me and pick me, my heart will stop crying every night because nobody loves us like we do. 

TA.