Solitaire

because it’s alright to be solitary darling for at least you know what is true.

 You were told
 they loved you
 but somehow 
 you knew
 it wasn’t true
 and you weren’t perfect
 and they didn’t understand you.
 No!
 No one could understand you.
 So you were left screaming
 in your head
 when you were quiet
 lying next to him in bed.
 No one heard you then.
 No one hears you now.
 You are alone in the world.
 The violin plays
 the guitar and its strings.
 The piano goes along
 as you the lonely singer
 continue to sing to a band 
 in a world where you don’t belong.
 Exhale your emotions now.
 Swallow them up and spit them out.
 They just want to use you now.
 So let them go.
 Get laid bare.
 And watch him put back on his clothes
 and leave you there
 smoking your cigarette
 humming your tune
 because it’s alright to be solitary darling
 for at least you know 
 what is true.