365 Chances

There are 365 days in a year

which means I’ve 365 chances

to get someone to fall in love with me

but once again I’m empty-handed;

a failure in society’s eyes.

Yet another year to go by

wondering why I’m unlovable;

not go enough for anyone

let alone THE one.

Another holiday to be sent

tortured with the concept that

It will always be like this for me:

alone and depressing.

On the bright side,

the wine industry is about to take all my money.

Not like I have anyone else to spend it on.

 

 

Injustice

There are so many things

I wish I could say but I can’t

so I’m forced to type them

and confine all my kind thoughts

to a 13 by 8 inch screen

for just a few dozen people

to glance upon.

Oh, what a shame that is.

Because how do I portray to the world

the light that is emitted each time you smile?

Or the way the world grows brighter

with every one of your laughs?

Or that life with you introduces

more colors that the human mind

can comprehend?

It’s simple.

I can’t

and what an injustice that is.

 

Hopeless

I’m a hopeless romantic,

empahsis on the hopeless.

I’d like to say I’m more

on the romantic side,

but who would be there

to confirm my alibi?

No one, like always.

So all those dreams

and hidden smiles

and contained laughs

and audible sighs

will just have to wait

because who would be there

to enjoy what I have to

offer to the world?

No one, like always.

 

You’ll Be Happy

They say to eat healthy and you’ll be happy

but I’m not

 

They say excercise and you’ll be happy

but I’m not

 

They say to be more social and you’ll be happy

but I’m not

 

They say treat yourself to nice things and you’ll be happy

but I’m not.

 

They say try new things and you’ll be happy

but I’m not.

 

They say to move on and you’ll be happy

but I’m not.