(2/12/20)

I need someone to love.
Somebody to pick on.
Someone to pick on me.
Someone to say I'm smart;
to tell me I'm funny;
remind me I belong.
I need someone to hold;
somebody to hold me.
But I don't need it, no.
All we all truly need,
is food, water, and space.
Not people, not lovers.
I want someone to love.
Somebody to love me.
But I don't know what changed.
I've been single for years.
I'm used to it by now.
Can someone answer how
I suddenly feel 'lone;
suddenly feel needy.
Can someone answer how;
I'm smart, I'm cute, I'm nice,
I am one of a kind,
but no boy seems to want

me.

I know that this poem's edgy.
That's how it is sometimes.
I'll look back on this in a year
and cringe and shout and cry.

The feelings here are really real,
Yet somewhat amplified.
It's what I am, what I feel now.
I cringe and shout and cry.