Sometimes it's hard to accept ourselves when no one is there for us, but it always gets better.

an island, desolate,

between a sea of pigment, of vibrancy, of life

i trudge through the crowd

to see your smile

your gentle conversations

made just for me

show me, though lonely

that everything will be all right

the waves crash

harder and harder within me

but i cannot speak

for i am too weak, too meek.

in the midst of my blue,

filled with doubt and regret

my heart weeps

and my mind settles inured

the island,

once secluded with strength

now jolted to its core

an unsightly state

though i yearned for something fleeting,

i should have realized

that the only thing that mattered

was what was in front of me

and so days and weeks passed

soon months and a few years

dissolving from an island into the sea

a new façade and yet still alone

but i am happy

unlike what i expected

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.