Blue Blanks
It's not a crime to be alone.
You barely survived the turbulence, mimicking a pair of pretty blue eyes.
That turned into twin blanks of abuse.
You thought he was "the one".
Until "it" finally came out in the truth.
It's ok to sit at the singles table.
Read a book on a Friday night. Or take a solo hike.
I see you've decided to go man-hopping...again.
Hoping to pluck the second "the one" from all the slag...
But this time it's different.
Because you're dragging a child into deep water with you.
The truth is, the only soulmate we ever really have is ourselves.
That's not a crime either.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
