I’m just an introvert

You don’t scare me,
y’know?
Your intense fondness of your own company,
yielding peaceful results, I’m sure.
Yet you seem oddly surrounded by people whenever you seem happiest on your own.

It’s easy to fall in love with the chatter of a coffee shop and
if there were a name for the subtle whirring of the espresso machine,
it’d be the same as the smell.
It’s easy to equate the smell of coffee with home
when you love being on your own but never truly alone.

Your own thoughts
don’t make for good talk.
Conversations with yourself get a little out of sort,
leaving residue the same as whittled-down white chalk
that you know you can’t erase just by going for a walk.

You’ll have to have this fight with yourself one day.
You realise that, right?
You can’t just give yourself the silent treatment
listening to whale songs at night.
I’ll happily be your mediator,
I know you don’t bite.
It’s okay.
You’ll be alright.

I promise