I’m tired of getting catcalls every time I go out.
I’m sick to death of losers sending me messages online
begging me to talk to them
because they think I’m gorgeous.
I want someone real
I want to fall for someone
Who will want me back.
What a concept.
I’m so tired of all this “unrequited” bullshit, that I don’t even feel like describing it.
I’m a broken record
And I know it.
The people who care about me know it.
Other people who know me are sensing it.
Random people, who don’t know a thing about me,
Act as if they sense imminent danger . . . and
Seem to scatter.
I part the red sea of people in the streets just by going where I need to go.
People with the “Fuck-you-I’m-so-tough” exterior
walk around me.
Couples holding hands will split and let me by
What is it about me?
Am I really that scary?
Do people think I’m gonna bite them or something?
Pardon me for not walking around with a huge fucking grin on my face 24/7.
My life isn’t exactly a meadow of butterflies and
Pretty, thornless flowers and
Freshly cut, tick-free grass!
Will I ever meet a guy I can be with?
Someone
Not out of reach ..
Not just a fantasy ..
Not a different sexual orientation ..
Not just a friend ..
Not someone else’s boyfriend ..
Not a liar ..
Not a womanizer ..
Not a cruel, immature bastard who wants to
lead me on,
just for shits and giggles, and
have me dangling by a thread until
he can simply cut all ties and be rid of me . . . .
I want a real man.
How about that .. a real man.
Someone who won’t ever ask me to “tone it down”
Someone who will love and appreciate every aspect of my personality
...just because it’s me.
Someone I won’t be afraid to want
Or ashamed to fall for,
Because the feeling would actually be mutual.
Someone to validate my opinions
And also be a loyal friend.
Someone who just might
Ease this abysmal flood of poems about my loneliness . . .
I’m sick to death of losers sending me messages online
begging me to talk to them
because they think I’m gorgeous.
I want someone real
I want to fall for someone
Who will want me back.
What a concept.
I’m so tired of all this “unrequited” bullshit, that I don’t even feel like describing it.
I’m a broken record
And I know it.
The people who care about me know it.
Other people who know me are sensing it.
Random people, who don’t know a thing about me,
Act as if they sense imminent danger . . . and
Seem to scatter.
I part the red sea of people in the streets just by going where I need to go.
People with the “Fuck-you-I’m-so-tough” exterior
walk around me.
Couples holding hands will split and let me by
What is it about me?
Am I really that scary?
Do people think I’m gonna bite them or something?
Pardon me for not walking around with a huge fucking grin on my face 24/7.
My life isn’t exactly a meadow of butterflies and
Pretty, thornless flowers and
Freshly cut, tick-free grass!
Will I ever meet a guy I can be with?
Someone
Not out of reach ..
Not just a fantasy ..
Not a different sexual orientation ..
Not just a friend ..
Not someone else’s boyfriend ..
Not a liar ..
Not a womanizer ..
Not a cruel, immature bastard who wants to
lead me on,
just for shits and giggles, and
have me dangling by a thread until
he can simply cut all ties and be rid of me . . . .
I want a real man.
How about that .. a real man.
Someone who won’t ever ask me to “tone it down”
Someone who will love and appreciate every aspect of my personality
...just because it’s me.
Someone I won’t be afraid to want
Or ashamed to fall for,
Because the feeling would actually be mutual.
Someone to validate my opinions
And also be a loyal friend.
Someone who just might
Ease this abysmal flood of poems about my loneliness . . .
Author notes
If all you have to say to me on this is: "awwww, it'll happen when you least expect it" or some derivative of that cheesy bullshit, then just don't comment. seriously .. SPARE ME. I'd rather you hand me a barfbag than comment like that.
Comments appreciated . . .
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Beautiful. So many parts of this poem touched me.
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maybe thatz why i can exist without a companion on the DARKside of the moon where i can stargaze and be content. i use to know love. i still have it in my heart. just don't have a companion to share it with at the moment and not looking. itz when you will least expect it, when you're not looking. it may again happen to me, but at the age of 259 it may be hard to find (hehehe). i'm sure it will happen to you and your heart will beat so fast as your stomach will have butterflies as your body will want to flip many circles. for now, you can be that woman of determination and independant as your self-expression dictates, DARK.


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if I hear this "when you least expect it" bullshit one more time I swear I think I'm gonna vomit.
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put your angst aside little sister....when you're least looking is when you'll fall over that one person who's going to appreciate you for exactly who you are....this was a great write....filled with emotion and power packed with disgust and rage at the banalities of day to day human interactions or most commonly known as new age "dating"....I loved this~
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don't worry alex...you'll get that one guy...your beautiful enough.....i know that sounds oh so cliche but its true....look at the fairy tale my ass dropped into...don't know how i got there or when...but all i know is i did...i know you will too...there are very few guys that you just described out there...it sucks...all the guys now think their tough assholes...but there are those guys that aren't like that at all...once again...look at me and realize that it can and will happen to you...great poem...keep writing girl


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great poem
i can relate to this in a way i mean hell isnt that what we all want? a guy who will treat us right and not be a pompous asshole and who will actually love you unfortunatly these days it seems that guys like that are one in a million but im a firm believer that if you just wait then the right moment will arise and someone will walk into your life and change your life forever -
This is magnificent. The words flow and don't sound forced, and they express so much emotion. I personally, would love it if a crowd parted to get away from me, though , but that's just me and my oddities. Wonderful poem!


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