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It is a difficult thing; realizing That I most likely will never be Prince Charming. It seems that the fates have plans yet for me? As I sit a half century in never promised Not once picked even by mistake? Define the act of being lonely That is my every day state for months And those turned into years. All pointing at one thought, covered by denile No body wants me. Feel the weight of it. An heart beat, a breath Sick in the pit if your chest Conscious mind reeling As honesty and ego try to work out terms. As much as it hurts it disappoints Myself, my fantasy life tv had promised There will be none of in fact. Problems if ever rarely iron themselves out The world doesn't owe or give one **** about you Pretty girls are cruel unless they need to be Things aren't as they seem Ownership defines all outside appraisal Intelligent, funny, gentle, alluring, kind, nurturing, supportive, honest, hold hands with impossible Yet still, they want every quality, but give nothing in return can walk a ay at any moment And you have your own past as proof Alone you came out into Now is just the waiting until alone that end comes You sit and try to wrap your head around it You are alone. Not sought after. Not wanted Ok. Now what to do with THAT?
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
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It is a difficult thing; realizing That I most likely will never be Prince Charming. It seems that the fates have plans yet for me? As I sit a half century in never promised Not once picked even by mistake? Define the act of being lonely That is my every day state for months And those turned into years. All pointing at one thought, covered by denile No body wants me. Feel the weight of it. An heart beat, a breath Sick in the pit if your chest Conscious mind reeling As honesty and ego try to work out terms. As much as it hurts it disappoints Myself, my fantasy life tv had promised There will be none of in fact. Problems if ever rarely iron themselves out The world doesn't owe or give one **** about you Pretty girls are cruel unless they need to be Things aren't as they seem Ownership defines all outside appraisal Intelligent, funny, gentle, alluring, kind, nurturing, supportive, honest, hold hands with impossible Yet still, they want every quality, but give nothing in return can walk a ay at any moment And you have your own past as proof Alone you came out into Now is just the waiting until alone that end comes You sit and try to wrap your head around it You are alone. Not sought after. Not wanted Ok. Now what to do with THAT?
jack-r-fehlmann
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49/M/American
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
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