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They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

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I seek the love I hope to be true

Or rather, I sought it before.

I used to think I was empty or just a half

I used to think I needed more.

.

Someone wanted to give me the world

But I only wanted him to be real and true

Extravagance was not what I wanted or needed

And so his heart I made blue.

.

I do not regret being alone, going solo

I’ve long accepted my complexities

I know it’s hard to love me

And they can only hold so much capacities.

Not Him

The moon was bright

Not a cloud in sight

I walked slowly, trying to drown the tears.

For once I was sad that the tears weren’t for him

Isolated

Away, away, far from everyone and everything

Alone, contented, happy

Don’t Understand

They couldn’t and don’t understand her

Often wondering why she prefers to be alone

Why she wouldn’t want to be in relationships

Why she’d rather grow old by herself.

She couldn’t let them understand

That her happiness was not tied to relationships

That she was happiest being alone

Lonely Lonely

And they called her the lonely one

Because she had no one

Because they all believed that everyone

Has to have a someone.

But she survived on her own

Because she was anything but lonely

Incurable

I danced alone, like I did for a thousand years

Some stare like I had an incurable sickness

Some are amaze at my boldness

Defying the norm.

I feel whole

I feel empty

I may in fact be incurable

But this shows I am strong enough to be on my own.

Who Will Love Me?

Will there be someone?

Will there be anyone?

Sitting at the park bench

Alone and rain drenched

I am my own

Always on my own

The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

Remain Single

Is it so wrong that I prefer to be alone?

To choose not to “settle down”

To just be single for the rest of my life

To not want what most want

To just be by myself

Tell me, is it so wrong?

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