To the emptynesss

Fiona Rosge's picture

I've been feeling odd, not like I'm sad just like someone has wripped me open took out everything inside my stomach and chest and sown me back up together again, and I don't know how to tell you any of this, I can't get close enough to you, even when I am lying in your arms I wish I was closer...and I know you don't love me, your hers, but I wish I could kiss you. I wish I could curl back up and fold into the place from where I came from, I wish I could fold myself up into the womb and make the loneyless stop. I need someone inside. I'm single and a virgin....I don't get that kind of satisfaction just because I want it.

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taste the rainbow's picture

To the emptiness,

To the emptiness, *cheers*

and to the singlehood, and the virginhood....

nicely written.

Fiona Rosge's picture

Thanks, although I'm not

Thanks, although I'm not sure there is much to cheer to. Just I'm moving, and I feel really alone right now and I'm not sure why (I'm not even moving that far away) but it is turning me into a bitch whenever I am near all my friends, probably cuz I fear I wont see them as much and then I feel bad and want to appologize but I'm not sure how....
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Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Good-by

taste the rainbow's picture

unfortunately we cannot go

unfortunately we cannot go back in time and take back our "bitchiness" that we've delivered. All you can do, is look ahead and make up for it with the remaining time you have with them.. whether it's as simple as spending more time with them (and not being a bitch lol), or actually apologizing to them. Friends are our friends because they supposedly have a better understanding of who we are than do strangers ya? Moving away is a hard thing sometimes, surely they'll understand...

Fiona Rosge's picture

maybe

Yeah....thanks for advice. And then maybe things happen like in the movies and we find out that certain strangers know ourselves better then our friends know us just by spending a few hours together...
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Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Good-by