Nothing Wrong

Sometimes I’m tired of
Looking for the one.
It’s not as if I’m unhappy
All by myself.

There’s nothing wrong
With enjoying solitude.
There’s nothing wrong
With enjoying a meal in silence.

But they throw me pitiful glances
And worry that only lasts a beat
Reminding me I’m lonely and uncapable
When I know it’s nothing close.

Penulis

Salbutamol
19, short breaths.

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