I’m tired of it
All the ‘oh, well, I am sure the one will turn up soon’
What if I am happier with my lot.
My material objects that bring contentment
I don’t want to lose myself again in someone else
I miss them too much when they leave
So please, stop feeling sorry for me
Just because you are happier in pairs
And believe that this is what should be
I’ll take my coffee a different way
And I am happy with it. The end.