by Nick Roberts
i honestly can’t remember if i had a
lot of friends growing up. i just found
all my old yearbooks with everyone’s
faces in them & i don’t even remember
talking to half of these people.
i rode the school bus to school everyday & i
was the only kid in my grade on the whole bus.
one time a lot of the kids were on the bus in the morning but weren’t on it
on the
way home. i learned that they were all
at a party, or at least i think
that’s how the story went.
cheap wine & wear a lot of
expensive clothes to make up
for it. have you ever opened
your eyes in the morning & the
very first thought you have is
what his hair smelled like while
he was sleeping. i find it weird now
that i’m an adult & still have these
feelings of being lonely. the word
itself rolls off the tounge but gets
caught in your teeth on the second L.
so i guess we just don’t talk about
it enough & maybe if we did our mouths
would be able to move enough to
choke it out. i bet you’re listening
to this by yourself right now.
i bet you’re trying to really immerse
yourself in the words but the
music is too loud. i bet you’re
trying so hard to comprehend
what i’m saying right now & i
bet that some of you actually
care & i bet that some of you don’t
but if you wanna know what lonely feels like
try dancing in the snow with no coat on try
making reservations for one try
singing both parts to i’ve had the time of my life try
having leftover spaghetti cuz you made the whole fucking box hoping he
someone anyone would show up try waking up every morning with no
one
absolutely fucking positively no one next to you but
maybe everyone is just getting tired of me
maybe everyone is just getting bored
maybe everyone is falling asleep
&
maybe just maybe
everyone is being
ignored