70

I wrote this after my boyfriend broke up with me out of nowhere one day.

Why am I so alone?
Nobody calls, so I don't pick up the phone.
But if they did, would I answer?
Not likely, I'd much rather be a dancer.
Being alone has taken its toll on my mind.
It's made me angry, vengeful, and especially unkind.
Does anyone care to guess why?
It's because he didn't want to be tied down, so he told me goodbye.
F**k the trombone player who screwed me over;
Girls like me are rare, like a 4-leaf clover.
Anger has really taken over my soul.
I really wanted to be happy; that was my only goal.
But happiness was short-lived and it ended in tears.
It made me realize my abnormally large fears.
Maybe one day everything will be better;
Although, it will probably be after I'm 70 and in my freshly knitted sweater.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ja]

A great way you took, to release your sadness
Let it all out, write down the madness
There is no greater friend than pen and paper
To let your pain, turn into vapour

Thank you for sharing