I’ve grown weary these past couple of years,
Not because of work or school,
But because of the love that I thought could exist.
I was committed to a man with whom I thought,
Life would end with.
Only to my heart’s dismay, I received a text one day,
I think we should just be friends.
Friends? Friends? Friends?
How could such words come from a man that I was committed with for over a year?
Was it a lie all those times he said, “I love you?”
Months passed and my heart slowly started to mend,
In the meantime, the company of others regaled my need for human interaction,
For if I was void of this, I would become a vegetable, lying in bed,
Looking at the off-white vertical blinds that shelter me from light.
It is now March, month of the pisces, and I feel like dating,
What a feeling! I have found hope again,
And once again, I’m back to square one…
Finding love.
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