You like to be alone.
You savor it
because it gives you time to think,
time to breathe.
Honestly, you're a
solitary creature.
You don't need people,
maybe you did
once upon a time,
but eventually they just became
a formality
you could get around if you
tried hard enough.
You like being alone
because people are difficult
and you can't figure them out sometimes.
But when you see people
being happylaughingjoyful,
when you see them living,
it occurs to you.
You like to be alone.
But you don't want to be lonely.
...
No one would peg
you as someone lonely.
Because on the outside,
you're joking and laughing.
But it all feels superficial,
like you're trying to be your namesake,
like you're just everyone's
second chance at
Fred Weasley.
But you don't quite make the mark,
do you?
...
And you'd give anything to say that
your not lonely, no.
You have people that love you,
friends that you laugh with.
Yet you feel alienated,
yet your laugh is hollow.
You have people
who care,
but quantity is not quality,
and they never seem to care
as much as you do.
Maybe you alienated yourself,
but you don't want to be lonely
when you see everyone
smiling and living.
You like to be alone,
but you're scared to death of being lonely.
The base idea for this poem spawned from Tumblr, because we're all kind of crazy there and everyone likes to over analyze everything. It's Fred because I feel like he'd have such a weight on his shoulders due to his name and oh, my poor bb!
I hope you all like and since we're at 93 reviews, do you guys think we could get a hundred review in a while? Because that would kind of make my life.