I'm sorry that this is,
another poem about you. as if,
there's not enough of them already,
but I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you,
it just seemed right at the time,
I guess cause you and him are,
probably a better match than you,
and I ever was and it pains me now,
to know that he can have you,
your whole body,
and everything in between,
when there's absolutely nothing for me to say,
or do about it.

(e.k.j.)

Waiting for you is like
waiting for the future
is like
waiting for a bus I've never taken before
is like
waiting for rain in a strange country
for the beat to drop in a song new to my ears

How will I know when?
When will I see how?
Anticipation is adrenaline.
How much, I cannot tell.

The day is near
The one where love overcomes fear
Where nobody is meant to shed a tear
But that's not for everybody this year

"Oh boy, Valentine's Day!"
All the kids seem to say.
Is it normal to be at home,
On a day where you're not supposed to be alone?

Is it normal to remain in a bed,
With no significant other in my head?
Is it normal to have my hand on a controller,
Rather than in someone's hand?

Valentine's Day is meant to be filled with love!
Everyone is meant to have a white dove
So why is it that I can barley find someone willing to give me a hug?
Well at this point, I'm better off just going for a tug.

Valentine's day isn't meant for everyone
And unfortunately I'm nobody's ***
So I'll just lay in my bed
My pillow becoming well acquainted with my head.

Stupidity tastes surprisingly like guilt.