Bathroom Floor

I'm having kind of a bad day. I doubt this will be very good, but aw well.

I sit on the bathroom floor.

My hands touch the cold tiles.

Tears stain my cheeks.

This is real.

 

My heart yearns for love.

It wishes it had a companion.

My hands search for love.

They wish there was someone to hold.

My eyes seek love.

They wish they could see another soul.

 

There is only one problem.

This isn't real.

 

The heart that yearns for love

Will never have a companion.

The hands that search for love

Will never find someone to hold.

The eyes that seek love

Will never see another soul.

 

The pain I feel right now is not real pain.

The tears I cry are not real tears.

The tiles I touch are not real tiles.

There is no bathroom floor.

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[quiet_nomad]

I'm kinda seeing the metaphor, good writing.