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Victoria Reese Jul 2013
The need for love is obsolete - and dead
When life is so fast with frictional vice
Body on body turning in your bed
Betwixt the sheets with no love but still nice
No need for bitter moans, anger just lust
When a solo gains more credit than a
Duo torn by *** fading into dust
Grounded down into nothing day by day.
Whilst I exist without my mirror soul
Generates views of empty and hopeless
By lovers who will ask if I feel whole
And filling it with a vacant caress?
My answer is - I don't need any luck
'Cause frankly my dear, I don't give a ****!
Ellen Marie May 2015
Did you know
that you don’t need a boy
to validate the fact that
the face in the mirror
is ******* beautiful
and you don’t need a boy
to take you out to a movie
and eat all your popcorn
and complain about the romance
you don’t need a boy
to take you to a dance
and step all over your toes
and complain about how tired he is
you don’t need a boy
to call you gorgeous when you first wake up
even though your hair is a disaster
let’s be honest, he’s lying anyways
and you don’t need a boy
in order to smile in the morning
and to be happy every ******* day
because a boy won’t solve all your problems
and a boy won’t make you love yourself
and a boy won’t make you find joy in everything
you can only do that yourself
so you don’t need a boy
you need yourself
Why be unhappily waiting for someone special to love you, when you can be living the life you have right now by simply loving yourself?
Elaine M Smith Oct 2012
Tears are shed at the expense of love's pain...
And it hurts.
So much.

Love can be a fiend, telling you one thing
But meaning something else.

Is singledom going to be enough for me,
Or do I need the person who could very well be
My other half...
My soulmate, I guess you could say?

Only time will tell.
To crack the husk of singledom,
I close known roads,
In case one leads away from you
And I stumble up it blind.

And if the tender seed of love
Lying in its casing
Fails to take,
Then I may break.

Softer dances of selfdom
Replace my solo march.
I swirl more gently,
With Grace the Caller.
A caller refers to the person who 'calls' instructions in many traditional dance forms
Olivia Kent Feb 2015
Cupids' really stupid.
Collared loads of loving friends.
Sat here still,
Maybe forever.
Singledom...it never ends.

I cry.
I die,
Oh hell,
why.
I hate being alone.
But sometimes I love it.
I love my space.
No one buys me valentines cards.
I send none myself.
I get no flowers or chocolates...
It can be advantageous.
At least my hay fever stays under control.
No chocolate bulge here...hee hee.
Never to be over weight.
Being single has it's plus points.
Is nearly always great.
My kisses are all candid.
Come share a few with me.
(C) Livvi
Ode...whoops oh  I meant oh to love again.....x
the improbability factor
attracts her
like a moth to the flame

am I bad?
what's my name?

play the music
make the song

the words go
solo
so long
singledom.

I am decaying
like Cesium on an
atomic table

if you think that wouldn't send you crazy
don't
because it does.

anyway they say a half life is
better than none
play the music
make the song.

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