I Tried to Tell Them About my Loneliness

 

Pitch black, every room full in a home

The heater on 3, but the home stays cold

Same thoughts on repeat and it's out of control

Retain more info when it's told and retold

I feel a type of way when it's damp and it rains

Think about growing up, each night, every day

Don't really know who I am

Don't know what to say

Now every night, I just lay here awake

So I wanna send everyone a text

With something like, " Yes... No... Yes..."

So, tappity tap on the screen, press, press

Hopes to stimulate and feel less alone

Let's talk about school and then digress

Still solus and brain's on its own

~Tina Meeks

Here's Just a Story That Means Nothing

Morning was only a blink away 

until the scary moment of not knowing

when I'll see you again.

A night never feels like enough.

Your body, I can map out from memory.

Your eyes, I've lost myself in.

I want to tape our hands together until they sweat.

A night is never long enough to

keep me contained and composed enough to

remain coherent,

and a night isn't long enough to

spill every story and explanation

out in front of you.

~Tina Meeks