My loneliness was a pet ,
I learnt to call it that -
the way that it hung on my shoulders
like a misery ridden creature,
It had no physical form
And yet it outweighed everything I had in me,
whether good or bad,
At one point I learnt to live with it ,
until it became almost unbearable to do so,
On days when it scratched my back begging for attention
were the nights that I broke,
It was a selfish being,
no different from people I'd known ,
It was easier to find comfort in it than I could find in anyone's home,
so I'd...