Loneliness

Its sharp lines and its daggers of ice cold cover and dig into everything that I am, injecting itself into every pose, every muscle, ever fibre of my body. I want this thing gone.

I want its cold self cast away. I want its vibes to cease. I want it run away like a cowardly dog. I want to see it run and whimper in the dark corner of the room where it belongs or I want it stuff in the back of my wardrobe, never to be felt again. Even flushing this thing down the toilet seems appealing.

Yet, I still feel it nibbling at my toes as I lay awake, gradually climbing onto my bed and snuggling itself into your spot. I kick at the thing in attempt to force it out of my bed with no luck for its body still lies heavily and lazily over you warm spot.

I kick out, the blankets flying up in surprise at the attack that leaves nothing on the beast. Frustrated I roll over, pulling the blankets higher in a snort and close my eyes. Maybe if I ignore it… It might leave me alone then?

I yawn softly with the newfound freedom but before long I can feel its hands running up my back, over my neck, down my legs for it has climbed under the blankets. I can feel its breath, breathing onto my cheek. It's chilly.

It won't disappear, will it? It's just going to lie here, taunting me emotionally as its body lies beside me like a ton of brick upon my bed, its hands slowly groping at every inch of my body, just to let know repeatedly that it is there, it is here and it won't be going anywhere.

Oh my darling, won't you please come and slay this thing before it drives me insane? Won't you come and lay in your spot close to me for to force it out onto the cold, damp street that hound with wind and rain in the dead of night? Come lay with my sweetheart, and we'll rid us both of these beast that nip at our ankles when we be apart.

Just rest you head upon my breast and I'll wrap my arms around you. I'll protect you from yours if you protect me from mine. I think we both agree; we want the loneliness gone.