26-Twenty Six

I’m 26. Gone to old, faded in bold How do I start my story? My predicament ignites in fury Too busy making money Tell me if cash ever makes you happy? Where do I find my passion? I need something to forget oblivion I’m too scared to miss out Call me trigger happy, my body’s in drought I am reaching for intimacy Share a bed with someone, un-cuff me I’m jaded, ignition has faded You tell me you miss me With spooning, you seem itchy There is no point in trying Thanks to robotics I’m surviving Swipe right and build a conversation A stranger on tinder to fill the desperation I am done with pretensions I am 26 and I’m letting go of future humiliations Don’t let me be the typical girl. I am not, I don’t wear pearls The world cares less for singles The singles rejoice the world’s pickles. I will continue living my life freely No pressure. I’m 26, screw serendipity.