They say I’m lonely because I am alone
They say I haven’t tried falling in love just because I have no significant other
They say I haven’t truly had my heart broken because I’m single.
But don’t they know I’m at my happiest when I am alone?
Don’t they know that I’ve fallen one too many times for the wrong person?
And don’t they know that single people has had their hearts broken more often?
Every single day they tell me
And sometimes it hurts me
Because a single word can be hurtful
When every single time you are told
As if you do not feel a single emotion
As if you are not smart enough to understand
Because they think being single is a disappointment
When truth is, their single mindedness
Is the real problem
Everyone is in a hurry, it seems
Daylight fading or running out of schemes.
They dress and doll up, attractive as can be
Gorgeous lips with wonderful locks for every man to see.
They try, they sell, they do cutie stuff and flirt around
All to be “taken”, taken where? Oh, just around.
They tell me I’m running behind, they all tell me to hurry up
No time to chit chat, no time to stop.
But I’m not running late
I’m not even running
There may be some disappointments, maybe some hate
But I’ll show them I can be stunning.
On my own.
I could tell you everything
I could give my world
I could do anything
Like make ribbons of rainbows that twirled.
I could be riding a shooting star
Travel the galaxy
Yes! I could go far
Without making it a fallacy.
I could bend and break you
Make you bleed and beg for more
I could turn you black and blue
You won’t even get a score.
I could conjure butterflies out of thin air
I could smile sweetly
But you won’t get a share
No, you will regret me.
See I could be the love that you think I am
I could be your dream
But you don’t see that I’m a sham
See I’ve got some scheme.
I’d could be with someone but I prefer to be alone
Because I choose not to be a queen in some elses throne.
I would like to grow old with you
To talk to you
To share with you anything and everything
I’d like you to be my closest friend
My secret keeper
The shoulder I can lean on
I’d like you to be the one who makes me cry
And the one who comforts me
I’d love for you to be my companion for a lifetime
I do not mind being alone
But now I feel this pain
My mind has been over blown
I don’t think I have anything to gain
People all around seems to have someone
And I am left with none
Am I so wrong that no one is right for me?
I wonder what it is I do not see
they say I’ll be lonely, that I’ll grow old alone
so they tell me to find someone, as if the one that
I would love grows on trees
as if like apples
I can just easily take a pick
and put whoever he is in my basket
they make it sound like I should go on shopping
hit the grocery store or the market
and start going through my list
why can’t they understand that I’m fine?
that I prefer it this way?
that I prayed to God about it,
that I am in no hurry,
that settling down would mean difficulty
for both my parents
I stand firm but never am I alone
being single never equates to loneliness
I am the exception to whatever rule
you may have in mind
I refuse their pressure
I know they will never understand
and I don’t need them to
for I know what I want
and I know what makes me happy
Ah to be single! in the world of jungle
full of couples
cuddling, hugging, staring at you
as if it’s weird that you’re alone
and they are not
I go on life; living, breathing, the freedom I adore
yet they stare me down
as if I’m an alien or a weirdo in pajamas
they think I’m lonely
just cause I’m single
I find that pathetic, really
do I really need somebody just to make me happy?
I curl in the sofa, soak up the TV
or read a book
boring is my life, so they say
but I don’t care
I need not prove anything to them
for I know where my happiness lies
I go about my business as they continue
a look of happiness upon my face
I do not mind, just ignore them all
yet they continue to wonder
why I’m single still
there she was waiting on the white park bench
softly she was singing of happiness and content
her eyes sparkled, reminiscing the years
she was smiling
she was contented
he was trotting and whistling happily
a bag of popcorn in hand
smiling widely and not minding his aching back
he felt like he was nineteen again
and the day could not have been more perfect
under the shade of the oak tree
a gentle breeze swept over
children flying kites, joggers here and there
an ice cream vendor not far off
she met his eyes and he gave a hearty laugh
he sat opposite her and they gazed at each other
he held her hand
like how he always did
all those many years they’ve been together
and there they were
sitting on the white park bench
frozen in time
as I snap a picture from a far