Him.

I feel lonely like a lipstick you've forgotten at the end of your bag which you'd carry around everyday with you but I'd still be there.
Unnoticed.
I feel lonely like a rubber you've thrown away at the end of the play after he told you you're the most beautiful woman.
He left in the morning.
I feel lonely like a summer breeze just passing by couples giving each other sincere kisses under trees in parks, never stopping by.
Tireing.
I just feel and I feel like I feel too much and not enough to express perhaps i'm so drowned in em that I cannot rise my voice above the surface.