Deadly.

I met all the ones that weren’t ready.

The ones who didn’t want to go steady.

The ones that only wanted hot and heavy.

It’s been a deadly medley,

that left me empty.

I met the ones with ego and envy.

Of those, there were plenty.

I met petty,

an assembly of fake friendly.

It’s been a deadly medley,

that left me empty.

–S.

See you tonight.

I’m a book you put back on the shelf.

Didn’t catch your interest, not worth a second glance.

You’re leaving the store in a hurry, not even worth a chance.

I’m waiting for the next patron.

Yearning to change from single to taken.

I’ll see you in my imagination.

–S.