Sometimes my eyes wander and I cannot tell if there is anything worth seeing,
After all,
I’d have too much to invest, and too much to lose.
Sometimes I meet a gentleman, a real live one,
The kind that the holds doors and walks you safely to your destination
And I think: he wouldn’t do this if he knew I was broken, damaged goods would he?
Sometimes the gentlemen change one day, and tell you they’ve been laughing at you the entire time, and that you were always just a joke.
So,
I let the jerks be jerks, because they accept my being “impaired” (I mean really no one wants to START a relationship with a woman that can’t have kids and will need a new kidney),
I feel stuck I feel miserable.
No one pines after me,
I’m not that kind of girl. I’m no one’s dream. No one will ever dread the idea of not having me in their life, by their side.
So sometimes my eyes wander, but there is nothing to see.
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