My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry

Disaster

Everyone else

Insists it's no big deal

So why then

Do they believe it's so surreal?

They seem to find someone new

Round every corner

And I am left alone

Feeling like a foreigner

They act like love's a myth

But it's really all that they're after

For me, it's different

Because with love I'm a disaster

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Could I be your disaster?