i can feel the broken hearts
all around me
i can sense that most
are unhappy -
discontent
why is that?
i wonder
with so much acclamation
of true, never ending love...
is it to not be believed?
do people hide behind their hurt and anguish
to put on a happy mask
of blissful contentment?
is that really necessary?
must we pretend?
can't we all expose ourselves
and show the world our raw
exposed nerves of unhappiness
and disgust?
can't we refuse to settle
for someone mediocre
and risk being alone
than to accept someone
who projects an outward appearance
of perfection for all to see,
but who in private
can be the worst beast any human being
can imagine?
this saddens me
this dishonesty with ourselves
this accepting the less
because being without
might project a less than perfect life
i truly believe in one true love
i truly believe we can all possess that one true love
if we would only allow ourselves the luxury of time
time to wait
and time to enjoy the journey towards finding
and then embracing
that one perfect love
that had been set aside for us
since the very beginning.