Take a Dahlia for my eternal love

Feel the same keen singing of the rain

Fall back into the flame of my desire.

Here is a Pansy because I think of you

Twirled in the wave of an autumn night

Light of the morning, the rosy dawn,

Light of my youth, through the dusky morning.

Finally, a Hawthorne because I hope one day you will love me.

I enjoy my morning coffee

with the voices in my head

telling me things I don't even believe

over toast and eggs

that I'm the walking dead

rotten flesh for a head

one of the herd

limping along and

sucking the life out of those I love

and they are LOUD LOUD L O U D

I can't shut them up

I offer the voices some more food

but they'd rather starve instead

only eating up what little

self-respect I have left

I'm terrified to be alone.

I think all the time about my future, and if I'll have someone to share it with.

I get scared that I'm going to be lonely.

That I'll get my degree and work in a nice hospital, but I'll come home to an empty house.

I'll sleep in an empty bed.

I'll never have someone to hold me.

Or share my life with.

It's scary, because I already feel alone and lonely sometimes.

It's this endless cycle of thoughts that I can't break. It's that one fear that you can't escape.

Everyone has one.

And that's mine.

That I'll be alone.