the price. (poem)

Some days are better than others

Some days, we laugh with no druthers

We stutter with lovers, oh brother

We bask as the sunset melts pain like warm butter.

but…

What of the days when we don’t have another?

A face to hold dear as our happiness flutters

On those days, we smile in silos. Solo.

Painting our narratives; the self-authors photos.

you see…

We live, we die, we try to be seen

& nobody explains what success really means

Think what you want, I hate to shake the scene

…but it’s lonely as f*** & it’s not what it seems

so…

Proceed with caution.

Don’t worry about me.

The loneliness I feel

…is the price for chasing the dream.