the freedom of
not being chosen
frees up your Fridays,
your DMs, your
thoughts.
all of a sudden you
have all this time
to spend with yourself,
the cat, your friends,
even with strangers.
your evenings, once
filled by longing and
the dreadful ritual
of distracting yourself
with anything at hand
to avoid the unbearable
waiting. for a text. for a
sign.

breadcrumbs beggar
amateur
female
.hopeless romantic
25.
single.
self-respect – work in progress.

I tell myself I don’t
need the validation
from a guy who learned
emotional literacy
from Pokémon Go,
a guy who spends the little
time he has for
himself arguing with
strangers on FB or
    posting on insta like its his job..

he makes me laugh.
he ***** me good.
but he also leaves
me baffled, confused,
he has me analyzing
and “decoding” every word,
touch, action.
he acts as an incomplete
puzzle.
all nonchalant
and breezy.
but little
does he know, I lose
interest in puzzles
rather quickly.