We are all waiting for something to happen,
Someone to text us and ask us out,
Someone to tell us that they we are beautiful.

We feel lonely in our own company,
We feel this heaviness in our heart,
We wish someone would hold us and tell us we make a difference to their lives.

We are depressed souls
We are burnt out, waiting.

Fairy tales were all lies
We meet so many people
But none of them do anything to us.
None of them make us go 'he's the one'.

I keep looking at other couples
And wonder how happy they must feel,
Being with their one and only.

It’s April,
And I am the fool.
It’s Tax Day,
And I've made my mark as “single.”
It’s Earth Day,
And you'll never give me a bouquet, so just pick me a flower.
It’s Duke Ellington Day,
And you like jazz music as much as you like when I call you my King, so why am I still waiting in line for the throne?
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It's Spring,
And I am in love.

Why can't I have it?
Why?

Why can't I have that joy,
When I can see her have it?
Why can't I hold my smile firm
The way she is able to dodge the grit?
Why can't I have that resting queen face
When all I can see is that she befits?

The way she holds him close
Like a cute little kitten
A purr in her voice as they rub noses
As he gazes at her looking smitten

The peace in her eyes (called love)
The grace in her smile (called acceptance)
The contour upon her cheekbone (what is she made of?)
His hypnotized gaze on her being, her very existence

Why can't I have it too?
Why?

At this rate, it's just despair and un-healed broken heart that keep on bleed and bleed. I want to be able to touch you and feel your warmth all around me. To feel your fingers linger all over my body. To feel those gentle breath at my neck. To feel you feeling me.

At this rate, it's just hope and dreams in pieces. All of you is gone, leaving all of me alone in this consuming darkness of my own beautiful thoughts. You and me, we were the kings of our own lovely world, but why, why why why did you have to let go?

At this rate, i'm broken and helpless, i compared my ruined life to those with beautiful and lively one. I am done sewing my wounds and scars. Let the blood flows, let the pain consume my sane slowly. Let me be crazy over my own sadness. Let me dance in my own tears while i stab myself furiously with hope and dreams.

At this rate, i am feeling nothing, the world seems to be in black and white. I need you back, i need you to be the palatte of colours to my life. Without you, i'm colourless.

my choking breath once again
You left me silently
Making tears rain through my veins
my violent anxiety
Why do you let me go

Motionless I stand
Throbbing pains trying to explain
I Dream of another land
When my friends chuckled my name

**** it and get champagne
Memories of my friends held my hand
Set fire to love and restrain
Let me chill about on the sand
I forget about the pain once again

I used to be
But seriously
I think I found the one
Maybe not the one I marry,
Or anything as scary
But I've fallen in love

raise a toast to the girl who had her heart broken but continues to give the pieces to those who ask.
a pat on the back to the girl who despite being stabbed before, stands tall.
congratulations to the girl who has had her trust broken but gives more than she takes.
a round of applause to the girl who shouts over the voices of disapproval to yell, I am worthy.
to the girl who puts her heart on the line when she is well aware of the uncertainty of the outcome, this one is for you.

I was the one
Who thought status was not important
I was the one
Who always felt status was just a word

Now I'm in this uncertain situation
Where I do not know my position
Should I demand something or not
Should I give it all or not

Why am I jealous?
Why should I complain?
Why do I need to feel loved?
Why am I suppose to care?

Then I relalized something
Statusless is not good
A thing must be firm
So you know what you should do