another valentine’s goes by as i stare onto
fairy lights on curated café walls
these are the places you’d
find romance they said so i somehow
convinced myself to a coffee date,
not that it was easy by any means
my eyes are lost looking
scavenging for meaning in graffiti
but i do check back often to
ensure that i still believe that this
singledom is by choice and not
by running away from
all the doors with neon signs
for i still need myself to believe
that if it was really meant to be
there’d be yet another chance
another moment where the stars align and
all of the universe conspires for
us to run into each other
for the last thing i’d want you to know
is this battle i fight with the longing
not that i know what i want but
sometimes i think that i’m not made for love
or perhaps i have been promised
forever too many times yet i
know deep within that this won’t
just go away on it’s own
i’ve been loved for brown eyes that glow
in the morning light, for how my
fingers could weave magic with graphite, for how i see pictures that everyone missed, and
for the tender ways i kissed, but for once i would like to be loved for all
the flaws that only i see in the mirror,
for all the things i could never be
for all the promises i could never keep.
i look past and there’s another set of eyes
probably as lost as mine
and for the little moment they meet
into different directions we leap
it’s funny how we all long
for something that we’re so unsure about
yet the void has to be somehow filled
so we continue living tiny lives,
little stories in someone’s mind and blurry
group photographs that you’d someday find
for there’s plenty more like me with stories
of beautiful skies and tiny puppies
but no one waiting to hear them all
brave enough to let strangers
cry on their shoulders
yet aching to find one to call their own