one man in a hundred is beautiful
one in a thousand is kind
one in a million could be mine
but the stars, they don’t always align
it’s an astral lottery.

my middle school crush was straight
my high school crush was a cult leader
my college crush was a loser
and each was stronger than the other.

my first “boyfriend” made it hard to love him
my second never told me everything
my third I left cause he took more than gave
and my fourth is still somehow holding on
but it’s not like you think.

but the stars don’t always align
why won’t a man like you, Adrian, bump into me and help me pick my things up
it’s these miracles you read about that make you question
do I even deserve this
am I good enough to win in this
astral lottery.