You convince yourself
That you forget what loneliness feels like
But even while you smile at messages
Filled with ensembles of previously rehearsed prophecies,
Emptiness sets in.
Because they are not the one
And neither are you.
For as long as you remain attracted to their physical form,
Captivated by the erudite nature of these modern day men,
Charmed by temporary compassion,
You would continue to tell yourself
That loneliness is a feeling long forgotten
Until you feel loneliness creeping in between the sheets where you both lay
And finally, you learn that happiness is not the falsehood that you try to portray.