familiar

If i could unravel the words that reside within the confines of the mass of emotions that make up my figurative heart, i would paint a picture so beautiful the blind would weep at the description of your beauty.

I’m no stranger to empty spaces. I lay my head in one, my flesh is wrapped around one. I am no stranger to blank faces, hurting hearts, and loose laces that cause one to fall head over heels into foolishness with someone that makes the white noise of the world reduce to an inaudible buzz. I am not a stranger to longing, I am a stranger to belonging where I am not wanted. I am new to being wanted but familiar with not being wanted by the one I desire. I am not a stranger to being toyed with or used, not a stranger to being confused, I know what I want is to know what I want, yet the answers evade me and know this, I can’t. I am stranger than fiction and a stranger to forgiving my faults, not a stranger to loving your flaws. For when night falls, I will be okay, with no one to hold, for I am no stranger to being alone.