Fill those blanks in with complaints
Those silences
Something to be unsatisfied with

"Forever alone" we say
So we fill our minds with the idea that
No woman is complete without a man by her side
No matter how many times he's lied, or made her cry

"I just want someone to hold me" we say
So we let them fill our legs with their bodies
Our heads with love songs and insecurities
Stain sheets and interrupt functional thoughts with impurities

"He's no good" we say
But we answer when he calls
Faithfully
Responding
Always egging him on so we can have
Someone
Worth complaining about

"I love him" we say
When we really we just love the thought
of WE.