the loneliness
I have come to know it's resounding sound
like a forlorn exclamation
to an empty sentence
I sit here wondering if I should text u
if anything I could say would sway ur head
if I could make it all trendy
and say something that would entice u
into late-night banter
I want so badly to make u feel something
but I have become as tasteless salt to u
no matter how conducive or chimerical
to u it all sounds the same
and u've heard it before
I am too lazy to sleep
too worried that tomorrow peace won't be available
so I say up reading books and wondering
just how much more I have to pay
for sanity