Lonely person

Sitting with her phone 

Strong inside but all on her own

Laptops mobiles games and apps

I have to sit woth silence on my lap 

No space for tearsbut they are hot and wavy 

People sit next to me i must show nothing crazy

But im lonely scared anxious tired hoping losing trying winning failing all those ways

My prayer mat sits folded it lays

I worry on phonecalls complaints ams what he thinks 

Although ig should be the opposite and yet i aink 

With cinemas in my head and all the things i dread

He doesnt want to talk to me

Why could that be

I miss being…. Someone im not

I hate being … ready for a clot

I love being… in my own dreams 

Forever like this it would seem

Those bmws 

Those holidays 

Those children that love me

Those nice curves

Those super smart hands

Those wise words