Being alone…gets old sometimes.

Being an introvert, human contact isn’t something I actively seek out. Not saying that I don’t like being around my friends or family, but there’s only so much interaction I can take before I have to leave the room and seek quiet time for myself. It’s like I have to recharge. 
Sometimes, it gets lonely, but I will always treasure my solitary time.

When i met you, I had warned you. Said, flat out, people…mostly men, scare me. I have never once been touched with soft hands, or spoken to in a calm voice.

But you,  you draped your warmth over me like a fresh, morning dew. Light, soft, calm and comforting.

I imagine your hands, crawling all over my skin, grasping strands of my hair, your arms wrapped around me.

You shared yourself with me last night, for the first time. I want to keep your secrets tucked inside my mouth, hidden underneath my tongue. I’m careful not to let you spill out of me, too afraid that I will write your name all over my blank pages.

I want you to be my secret, yet i want to claim you for my own. You’re like a treasure chest i dug up on a far away land,  i want to put you on my ship, take you far away from there. To some place safe, with me.

But I can’t,  take you away from where you are. You said to me, you have voices, demons inside your skull; trying to break you, take you down. I don’t want to pull you into the darkness I’m drowning in, but I can’t help but try to save you.

You’re the one who said you wished you could save me, take me away from here, but maybe we just need to go together. Run far away. Maybe not now,  maybe not forever, but just for a little while.

We could sit and be, just you and me. Our nightmares and demon’s would have to wait until our vacation was over. They’ll be waiting at the gate for when we get off our plane, to drag us back our separate ways.

One little moment is all i want, to sit with you and hold your hand, tell you secrets i have never told. For you make me feel I’m not so alone, i treasure my solitude, but I’m still so lonely. I’m just glad you’re only a phone call away most days. You make me feel as if i can be alone, without being lonely. You understand my need for silence,  and you respect it. But you still know when to come back.

One thought on “Being alone…gets old sometimes.

  1. As a bit of an introvert, I totally get this. I get that feeling in groups of people where I need to step out for a few and recollect myself. I spend a lot of time by myself, and it does get lonely.

    I’m sorry to hear that you haven’t been treated right by men. There are definitely some bad guys out there… but the good ones will make up for it. The good ones will be patient. I’m glad you have some guys like that in your life so you never forget that we’re not all bad.

    That talk of caressing and grabbing hair and holding you tight stirs something in me that I can’t really explain. I think love is best when you give yourself to it. I know that’s a scary thought in it’s own right, but some of the best times of my life were shared with someone special. A lover can be everything from a muse to a partner in crime… and that is beautiful.

    I’ve spent a lot of time wanting to be somewhere else. Not really because I had something I wanted to escape, but because I recognized how much of the world i’d yet to experience. The thought of running off to some far away land with someone is something i’ve harbored for a long time without ever spurring into action. They say you’ll regret the things you didn’t do in life more than those you did… so I think if you’ve got someone in your life you could run away with, you should follow your heart. I decided this past year, that even though I want to see the world and travel (god knows if I’ll ever be able to afford to live that dream), that I know where my home is. Instead of wanting to make someplace better my home, I’d rather make my home a better place.

    We all have a bit of darkness. To accept someone else’s is to know them truly. I know all too well that fear of bringing someone else onto your sinking ship… but you’d be surprised how much you can accomplish with someone else. You can take turns being strong for each other, and sometimes that’s enough to keep the ship afloat. If you find someone who accepts you for you don’t hold them at arm’s length because you’re afraid you’ll break them. There is something special about two people choosing to share themselves with each other. Don’t deny them that choice.

    I want you to know that I really enjoy your blog, and that seem like a really cool person. I find kindness endearing and intelligence attractive. You have some of the same struggles as I do, and some of the same passions. It’s nice to find a kindred spirit.

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