i am afraid, no matter how much
i dream and try
i am destined to walk the far,
beaten path alone.
they say
'everyone finds love'
but i know
that everyone around me will go on
to create lives of their own,
torn straight from a a
magazine
and i will sit, watching from the window,
unable to grow past the age of 15,
when i thought i may have loved
everyone i liked
(but really just thought they were pretty)
they, the ones i love
are destined for people
who make them happy
written into their lives, is
the one who loves them
i am happy, content
to some extent,
but
as i watch
and hear them talk
about how in love they are
the thorns of envy grow in my stomach
poking, jabbing, digging at my heart
at my mind.
i think,
i want that for myself
yet,
(i am resigned to whatever this may be)
they are happy, and i am-
content,
and so be it.
i do not know much
about the uncertain future
but.
i know this:
i?
i am destined to a house,
far too large for the number of people
in it
(2)
where i will live,
(or rather go through the motions of life)
with a man who, for the life of him,
can not pronounce my name.