A single dot in a black pit. A single light in a dark night. A single figure in the road. A single hand outstretched toward me. A single face I always see. You're my single. The only one I need.
So why do you pick me up just to push me down again?
Why do you pull me in just to push me out again?
Why do you touch me just to pull away again?
Why do you say I'm your single in so many ways, but then drop me for a number of others. And why do I fall for it every time?
We used to be great. We used to be the perfect couple. But then you changed.
You used to be irreplaceable. You used to spark a fire inside of me. We used to glow together. But then you put me out.
I used to be your single light, but then you stomped on me for a number of others.
You said you loved me and I believed you.
Why was I so stupid? Why was I so dumb? They say, that's what love does to you. They say it turns you into an idiot. So why does everybody want it? Because it's magical? Because it's romantic? Why does everybody need romance in their lives when I am perfectly adequate.
I was the perfect example of a broken heart. So why do I miss the dot in my pit. Why do I miss my figure in the road? Why do I miss the hand always there for me? Why do I miss the face I still constantly see in my memory?
Why do I miss my single?
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Unwritten Words
PoetryIt's so rare to need something, you don't want. It's so common, to want something, you don't need. These are the words that I want, but don't always need. These are the words that I wish need, but almost always want.
