I tread through
The cement halls. Turning
Every confined corner, to
See another
Couple sucking face. I look
With disgust. Personal
Display of
Affection, keep it
PG and away from me. But
I’m really not
Upset with them, more
The idea that
They have something
I used to
Have, something
I don’t
Have, something
I might never
Have, that
Is what upsets
Me the most. Why
Am I…
Less deserving? Bad
At relationships? Always
At fault?
Because its not
Meant to be. Because
It’s not
The right person. Because
it’s all going to
Fall into place. What
If my heart is
Squeezing, altering itself
To fit, like when
You have a piece
Of a puzzle you
Know it has to fit.
You try every
Way, every
Combination, you
Convince yourself its right.
Pushing.
Shoving.
Cramming.
“Don’t force it”
You stop
Trying and search
For another piece. But love isn’t
A puzzle and you
Never really know
Where you belong or
If you are with
The right person, or
Who wants to be
With you, or
What it would be like
With someone else. But
They say you will know
When you are
With the right person. So
To those couples
In the hallway, I hope
He doesn’t cheat, I hope
She doesn’t break your heart, I hope
You are not my soul mate because
If you are, you are
With her and
Not me, and maybe
You will never know
We are meant to be and
Nor will she.