Gone were the days I believed in love-
Finding me a bestfriend,
A lifetime partner;
The one I'd trust.
His love would be like God's-
Everlasting and desired;
His lips would be ripe red cherries-
Juicy as ever and sent you in a daze.

He'd have rocks for abs-
And arms well toned;
A firm voice that is controlling
Yet would be meaningful.
He would be mine,
I'd be his forever;
We'd be inseparable and nothing-
Could come between us.
What'd the world be without him?
A cold, empty, heartless place,
With people having no hope-
Or dreams of finding another him.



Now, I think it's stupid of me-
I don't need someone to define life,
Or to play me like hopscotch;
I only need me.
I'm not sure of the future;
I do have more knowledge,
Knowledge of what though?
That I won't be too vulnerable.