the loner
that’s aching for companionship,
scared to commit
because of all the times
i’ve been scarred by it,
but it feels like life
lacks fulfillment
if you don’t have someone
to share it with,
and i’ve never
been close enough
to know what love is.
every time
i think i found a lover,
it’s star-crossed,
they’re never aligned
and it makes me wonder
if it’ll ever be my time.
valentine’s day
made its way here
so fast,
everyone’s falling in love
while i’m on the run,
anytime the feelings
start to bubble up,
i fizzle out,
too scared to face them
head on,
so i write poems
until they pass,
except they never do.
we’re born alone,
we die alone,
so we’re all looking
for a connection
while we’re here,
but my connection
got cut short,
someone snipped the cord
and no amount of solder
could put it back
to what it once was.
i’d barely stand a chance
anyway,
everyone would always say
you have to love yourself
to love someone else,
as if i could love
all the problems i’ve got,
love is a risk
and i’m stuck in my cocoon,
never to step out.
don’t even feel like
i can handle it,
already fold under pressure
and a relationship’s
the greatest deal of it,
wanna be a good partner
but would i be enough?
so much stress on myself,
a pathological people pleaser
like taylor,
and yeah…
i wouldn’t marry me either.
who would see anything in me anyway?
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