Being a single person in her 30s is hard. Especially in a conservative and stereotypical setting.
One starts doubting and questioning self. Was staying single worth it? Should I just get married? But is all this compromise really going to be worth it..? Will my “i do” really be the best solution to life’s travails?
I told myself a pretty lie
I almost convinced myself
Might have done the unthinkable
But scarce could let myself.
‘Twas you who
Got stuck in between
This convincing lie
I barely could swallow
Nor let you strive
To ascertain veracity.
And even if they do ask, your cynical self says “I’m ok” – because you ask yourself if they really mean it(?). Does your answer matter to them at all? Being strong is lonely, being strong is painful.
I’ve got grit, I’ve got fire
But it lies unfanned.
I’ve got love, I’ve got pain
But it lies untouched.
You’re looking good? Have you lost weight? You’re looking taller too!
Lost weight? Looking taller? Nothing at all!!
But you’re looking great! Fallen in love?
Love! I’m completely out of love… ‘I’ll never fall in love again!’
Mental PS to myself- 😉 lol!!
Slumped not slayed
Hope’s distant dream
That tiny spark’s
Still alive in me…
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