Out All Night

[wild_dreamer]

Curled, waiting. Like sitting in a chair in the dark, waiting for that door to open again. Worry wars with anger, the words bubbling to the tip of my tongue, angry and bitter and bent to hurt, but they don't come out. I just sit, and I wait.

Words that aren't the truth pit themselves against the ones that are inside my head, and I'm ashamed at myself for slipping back towards that filthy-mouthed child I used to be. Picking the points where it hurts the most, just to get a reaction, any sort of reaction.

Anything is better than this silence, listening to the clock tick, waiting. The words I want, the words that are full of love and worry, they don't get a reaction. My concern slides by unnoticed, because it isn't what they want to hear right now, not really. They want to believe they are alone, they force that loneliness upon themselves.

I'm still waiting here, fingers around a cup of tea to keep me company, lights left out. The door's unlocked, my heart aching with unknown possibilities.

Please, come home.

Please, be safe.

I'm waiting.