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  Mar 2017 somberbitch
Little Bear
Maybe I want to be single
maybe I like myself that way
I can do just as I please
no matter what they say

Maybe I like being alone
and take pleasure in being myself
having fun and loving life
I am not left upon the shelf

I am dancing and I'm singing
I read and draw and paint
maybe I don't want to be a couple
unhappy? no I ain't..

Maybe I like to be silent
and not have to talk for days
I can come and go as I please
I am happy in so many ways

And I like being by myself
I feel comfortable with me
don't assume I need another
I am happy and carefree

I'm not ready to be 'taken'
I am as happy as can be
my life's just the way I want it
I am happy just being.. me
It seems I have spent my whole life with someone else. I lived at home until I was married at 18, lived with my husband until I was 35. Until now, I'd never had a room to myself and I have never lived alone. Now I find I like my space. I love to do the things I love. I am happy and content to be just me. I can be carefree and wander, finding out more and more about myself that I didn't know before. One day, maybe I will find love, or love will find me... either way,
I'm in no rush.. i'm just enjoying the scenery.
somberbitch Mar 2017
The exhaustion of a single thought consumes you.
As you lay there, awaiting something you knew was never to come,
knowing that you were adequate for the time being, but now, as the beginning of something the world long awaits arrives, you have lost him.
Lost him to the mistress that arrives when you must go,
taking what you hold so dear and elevating him to dimensions you cant even fathom.
For you cannot take away the pain like she can,
you can only bear it with him.
But its not enough,
and you're not enough.
This seed begins to plant itself in your brain,
an unbounded vortex,
and the rabbit hole of reality sets in.
Slowly you begin to face the indisputable truth.
He chose her, and always will,
because for the time being she is the quick fix, and you're just a passtime.
somberbitch Mar 2017
We live our lives similar to a single tear.
Steadily moving to our destination,
slowly losing parts of us on the way till we disappear completely,
our streak soon to evaporate and be nothing but a vague memory till we are lost entirely.
Eh
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