but i must say

fifth

sitting alone,

with a book in your lap

a non existant smile,

a made up friend

you once had. 

the fog is a veil 

not some mist,

your closed eyes 

are still searching 

for the one you miss. 

but i must say,

open those eyes

there might not be

other fish in the sea

but there are better guys.

floating like a summer cloud,

it isn't what you are

you're worth everything

have you wondered?

fix your own heart,

you don't need him,

for we females are 

the ones that,

cure everything.