all that cheesy shit
you hear about love
doesn’t seem so cheesy
when you’re alone,
25 years living,
and for most of it,
i thought i was good
on my own,
but when you’re in the dark
for so long,
it gets lonely,
a house doesn’t feel
like a home
with no one to hold,
told myself
all along
that i wouldn’t fall,
now i’m face first
on the floor
and i’m coming apart,
i see the seams
start to unweave
and i’m in stitches,
tryna knit myself
back together
and get used
to the fact
that i’ll be single forever.
seeing all these people
with their lovers
and wishing
for something similar,
why does everybody
seem prettier
when you’ve got no one?
wouldn’t stand a chance
with half the people
i’ve known,
they’re better off
if i just
left them alone,
the one i’m thinking of,
i probably annoy,
too scared to tell
how i really feel,
i wrote seven pages
and i still can’t say it,
just waiting
for the moment
where i fuck up
and make them
uncomfortable
like everyone else,
say too much
and drive them away,
sometimes i wonder
if i should just
give up on love.
what would i even
have to offer?
any potential lover
would be better off
running away
and finding another,
what if
they see me
angry?
it’s something
i don’t even
like to be
‘cause it reminds me
of the guy
i never wanna see,
what if i don’t have
enough money?
can’t pull my weight
to support a family?
what if i have
too many quirks
and insecurities?
my confidence
has been crushed
by the love,
guess it’s time
to realize
i’ll never have anyone.
that’s just my luck with love.
No comments:
Post a Comment