Suspended in place
in space
she stands still while
others move around her
never getting close
never close enough to burn.

She emits rays like a beacon
a call in a language her own;
warming rays, a source of life
of light to those around her.

No one hears her cry for help
I’m burning up
and I’m alone. 

After hours alone
the mind does wander
often to unexpected places
and every now and then
the body is tempted to follow.
When one is alone
all those things
usually ridiculous
somehow seem simply natural
and fascinate
capturing the imagination.
Decisions made in isolation
should not be held too strictly
for the risk of doing something
you will regret.

You move from heartbreak to heartbreak
never pausing to examine why
you cannot hold a single relationship.
You don’t need to be in a relationship
to find your identity
you don’t need an other half
to make you yourself a whole.
You are more than enough, alone
though you don’t seem to see it.

Sometimes, it’s wise to be single.

She coasts through life
bandages around her heart
to cover the gaping wounds.
To protect herself from
hurts looming in the future
she keeps a cold distance.
She’s just another broken heart
another bruised soul
lost and floating, eternally alone.