Moving target
Another wedding.
Another night it's pointed out I'm the only one not married.
Not in a relationship.
Not "talking" to someone.
Another night of nervous laughter and head shaking.
Another night of excuses like, "not for me".
Another night of selling the lie that I'm alright.
Not all who wander are lost, and not all who are single are alone.
However, in my case, I am lost and alone.
I am losing my grip.
I am falling apart.
I teeter on this precipice, dancing on the gutter-railings.
I am not long to fall.
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Even if it gives me an excuse to dress up, I still dislike them.
You see, sometimes they fuck with people's heads.
Please do not fall apart. :-\
...Perhaps this time it will be a good fall...