Lonely

It's me.
Sitting by the window hearing storms doesn't feel lonely somehow.

Somehow it was more lonely when i left the seat in front you open even though the teacher asked me to sit there--somehow it feels so lonely that if i sat there your eyes will stabbed through me and your laugh will fly across me to her that sitting behind me.

Somehow it feels lonelier when our feet were only 2cm apart--but our soul are divided by another dimension, another fate.

I've never been this lonely until i hear the sweet--warm voice that i longed for so long--run through my ear but never once it called me by name.

It felt so lonely when my eyes caught you and her across the road, talking and all--two of you looks so beautiful--the kind of beauty that need to be painted, but i'm scared i will paint it will blood and tears down my eyes.

Loving you makes me lonely.
I need to stop loving you somehow.

But God, oh. How i love being lonely.