It's easy to be alone, you know, you just leave a crowd, close a door or shut a curtain. When you're alone you get to enjoy your own company and do things you love without worrying about someone else's opinion about it.

But being lonely? That shit kills.

It burns a hole in your chest and makes your heartbeat drop.

when you're lonely you feel as if you might as well die then and there.

After all, nobody misses a lonely soul.

Or do they?

Your thoughts against mine

undressing every particle

of my unconquerable soul

Let my words;

Caress your weary smile

Move your yearning heart

Serenade that cerebrating mind of yours

only to unfold all the wonders of the world

until your last

Dying breath

Water-borne daughter

Born in a storm

Besides the banks of the Thames

Grand-daughter of the sea

Sailor's blood waves in me

Cruel fate raised me in a desert

cracked skin,

parched soul,

I ran to the sea,

San Diego 'n' me

Wet footprints in the sand

Sharp, salty tang in my nose

The water laps, laps at my skin

I drink you in.

But fate and jobs

led me back to the desert

where I wither, a sour grape

a hard raisin, unchewable

I just need water

for a sea-borne daughter

whose cells dry up

and flake away in the heat

of a desert day.

Lonely is when you have someone, but they are not there at that time. You have have something and you mean something to someone. Alone is when you have no one. You mean nothing.

From personal experiences, I have felt both alone and lonely at many points in my life. When I was sitting at lunch with no one, I was both. Alone because no one was with me and singled out. Lonely because my friends abandoned me, they left me.

Technically, alone is a synonym of lonely.

You walked by

You held his hand

You talked to me

You shared your life

You said you were sad, sorry

You dealt with strife

You mentioned anger;

You breaking up, so

You did this through text

You never really let go

You shared so much with me

You revealed so, so much

You later said you chased another

You never knew I craved your touch

You saw my clumsy attempts

You never said anything of the matter

You did respond well for awhile

You made my time worthwhile chasing the latter

You were let down once more

You, let down by the one you cared for

You never knew what lay in store

You never cared for my attention, 

You never did, oh no

You treated me like your closest confidant

You saw me as a footstool-comfortable, no more than so

You responded slower over time

You became busier

You did not ask me much

You did not ever ask to meet, here

You saw my final few messages

You hesitated, rightly so

You left, quietly

You never explained, for me to know

You were not to blame

You chose the right thing

And yet all along I thought it was 'We" that named the show

I am of course at fault

I failed, retained

I sit here and reflect

I have lost my hope

I must move on, and yet

I write poems, texts, posts

I reach out to the world at large to reaffirm my faith in self

I am really as pathetic as that and all it seems

I have nothing more to say

I remember still, almost two years to the date

I checked my phone, wondering why

I wondered then if you would reply

Little did I know that my phone would no longer ring

No more messages from the light that lost its bling

You

Deserve

Better