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Sometimes I don’t want to talk about it
and I don’t want someone there to listen.

Because talking won’t share the pain
and listening won’t help bring them back.

Sometimes I don’t have the words
and I can’t fake the expressions.

Because I’m not okay and I can’t say that but at the same time faking smiles is as tiring as trying to get your understanding to where I need it to be.

Sometimes, just sometimes,
I’m lonelier then I appear to be
because the one I want in my company is too far away

Sometimes,
just sometimes,
on what some would consider my social days,
I surround myself with them,
just to avoid being alone with thoughts of you.

Jade Novelist ©️  2019