It's frightening. <br />I feel better, <br />but I'm longing for a kiss. <br />One simple kiss <br />or maybe <br />not so simple. <br />I just want someone <br />to hold me when <br />the nights are empty. <br />Or maybe when I am <br />Far away, someone <br />to call me <br />when I'm blue. <br />I feel safer w/o someone <br />I'm free to linger, to laugh, <br />To flirt <br />But self esteem points <br />have reached down to the <br />negatives since my last <br />pathetic boyfriend. <br />I sit down sometimes and think: <br />Who the hell am I angry at? <br />Am I angry at the world? <br />Am I angry at you? <br />I'm not sure. <br />All I know is that the <br />more someone loves me <br />the more I hate them. <br />The more someone rejects me <br />That's when I want them around. <br /> <br />I guess I was doomed to lead <br />a dreary spinster life, <br />Or maybe settle down <br />with some rich jerk <br />who doesn't want me. <br /> <br />Either way I won't get very <br />many kisses or a phone <br />call when I'm far <br />away and <br />lonely.<br /><br />author unknown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-promising-future-of-a-spinster/
