And just for thought...
I rise each morning to an empty bed,
an empty space beside me that could never hold me. Each day, I jump in my car to reach another deserted destination. There is no one waiting for me with roses. This is the life I have created for myself, a life of voices as my only companions. Am I not proud of my independence? Was this not what I wanted? I have clouded my vision of freedom with this sour life. I convinced myself that dreams would romance me enough, that a friend would do every once in awhile. I did not know how lonely the echo would be nor did I know my perseverance would falter. It is grand to not have any strings. I never explain myself to the ones who try to change me. In a sense, I am free of the burden of obligation. I do not have to care if another heart is breaking yet I long for the warmth of another body. I need to feel arms entangled with mine. When I fall to sleep, I do not want to be alone. Somewhere in the night when I entertain a man, I leave them to their empty bed with nothing to remember me by because I do not want any obligations just the same. I cannot be angry at the lonely space beside me and I cannot grow weary of the roses never waiting because this freedom that sometimes leaves me lonely has become my comfortable solitude.
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