I hate being alone,
But, I love my personal space.
I don’t like answering my phone,
Yet, loneliness is written on my face.
I like to be me & do things on my own,
And still, I don’t wanna be all alone.
My laptop is my companion,
TV has become my best friend,
Coz it stays quiet until I turn it on,
And stops when I want the talking to end.
I simply get to control it & take dominion,
With no apologies: No hard feelings.
This is the major issue with me:
I want to be happy, but also be free.
Routines end up getting to bore me,
Coz I’m as random as I could ever be.
I like to explore the new things I see,
Spontaneous; not a freak, that’s me.
I wanna know how it feels to be in love,
But I just don’t know if I can sacrifice.
I wanna sell my heart in the name of love,
But I’m not sure if anyone can pay the price.
I wanna be myself & I also wanna be in love,
But it seems impossible, that’s why my heart cries.
It is like being hungry & full, all at once.
Like crying & laughing at the same time.
A part of me tells me I want somebody,
But the other part of me says I need nobody,
Coz my happiness shouldn’t depend on anybody,
And now, I don’t know what I want anymore.
© DK, Nov 2010
