single life
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Where, oh where, do people get their boyfriends?
Do they get them off of the street?
At WalMart?
At garage sales?
Perhaps they get them at McDonald’s,
Alone I walk, along the chaotic sea,
The smell of coral, filling my nostrils.
Watching waves grasp onto the beach,
Before being pulled back into the ferocious sea.
The freaking single life is so amazing.
I really know how to rock it out.
There's so much clarity during gazing
since there's no breakup to pout about.
I can look at abs on Instagram
While looking upon all this romance, I have nothing to call mine
But at least i am not one of those who are love blind.
a door opens,
but not by me.
responsibility
to respond
and receive
a fix, yet the problems
still exist. mixed
company to coupling
to troubling the waters
