I don’t want to be dramatic,

But sometimes I get lonely. 

Strange, right?

The girl who talks too much

The girl who’s loud,

always smiling. 

I listen to podcast, 

So someone is speaking into my room.

Updating me about their life,

like we know each other. 

I write, a lot, 

and I imagine a friend reading it, 

Circling lines, 

Telling me which ones are good. 

I never meant

For my boyfriend to be my only friend. 

But lately, 

He is. 

It’s not that I can’t keep myself company. 

I can,

I love my solitude.

But sometimes 

the silence swells. 

Sometimes I don’t want 

To go to a coffee shop alone 

Or paint my nails 

Without someone 

To notice the color.