Single

The nerve of that woman
To go be happy —
Doesn’t she know
She’s single?

Living entirely her own life,
Making all her own choices
As to how to make this world
A better one,
And perfectly content —
That’s got to be an act, right?

Where I come from,
Everyone is miserable
Single, married or otherwise:
That’s how it’s supposed to be

But she’s sitting on a beach somewhere
Happily within her own thoughts
Living an independent existence
Where love is a matter of daily choice
Not ritual obligation

What’s wrong with her?

Or is there maybe

Something wrong with me?

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3 Thoughts to “Single

  1. Reblogged this on evolution and commented:
    For all the women (and men) out there taking happiness entirely into their own hands. Reminds me of the times I’ve taken holidays on my own. Never have I known such an accelerated way to create a little self-love.

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