•Magnolia•

Worry

I write into my book everyday, Your faces stare back at me, eager Hungry. Stop. Waiting. Stop. Eager. Stop. I fill you to the brim, photographs, poems, stories, words, feelings. Everything for you to get your fill. Everyday, I open my book. Everyday, I write in the pages. Everyday. You see my everyday. You give input, you tell me of your likes and dislikes. You respond with opinions and facts. You tell me what its like. When I write that I am sad, you draw a heart on your keypad. When I tell you I am lonely, you riddle me with x’s and o’s Why be sad when I have you, why be lonely when you fill my empty pages. But that’s all it is, faces to look at and pages to fill. I am alone. I am scared. I am sad. I feel unloved, unwanted. I love you, enter. You don’t have to feel alone, enter. See I am right here to ‘talk’, enter. Whenever you need me, enter. D   i   s   t   a   n   c   e That is what makes me feel lonely. That is what makes me feel scared. That is what makes me feel sad. That is what makes me feel unloved. That is what makes me feel unwanted. Everyday, I open my book, Everyday, I write in the pages, Everyday, I fill you to the brim, Everyday, patiently like a baby bird, waiting for it’s mother’s regurgitation. Everyday. Today, you starve. Today, you are alone. Today, you are scared. Today, you are sad. Today, you are unloved. Today, you are unwanted. Today, I close my book.