I need my alone. Just for existing purposes.
I need my alone. In company my makeup begins to fall off.
A drip here. A rip there.
If i stay a little longer i will be grotesque.
My real sneaking out in patches from my fake. So i need my alone.
To mend my facade every now and then.
Let me powder my nose. Red my lips. Let me slick back the wandering tendrils.
Company is inevitable ,so is my lonely. I will keep drifting in and out of the two.
Its essential. Essential for the existence.
Too much alone and i will scare myself,staring at the real me.
The real me is not always bearable.
Though she is beautiful. Unbearably beautiful.
Her beauty has a chlorophyll of her own. She sustains herself. On the sunlight of love.
Alas her beauty is blinding and incomprehensible.
So she has to fake it up to venture abroad.
And the fake is a burden too. Too burdensome for her fragility.
So every now and then. I need my alone.
To lay aside this burden and replenish my fragility.
She’s not gone
Just tucking in behind that door.