I’m getting older…
Who am I kidding?
Still living life like
There’s no tomorrow
With wrinkles on my neck
I should want someone
To love me
To hold me
To call me theirs
But to this day
I want what I want
When I want it
And most of the time,
No one meshes up
Many measure up
But none mesh up
I am a unicorn,
We all are
It’s just the level of
expectations we give
to our match
For me,
It’s a tall order
I’ve come to accept
That my ‘person’
May not exist
Or they do, but
We’ll never meet
That’s okay…
Maybe a little sad…
But okay for me
So long as I don’t settle
As long as I keep on my path
Not forsaking for someone
Who’s not right for me
I will be okay
I will be my own unicorn
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