I get home at night & get ready for bed; I let down my hair, nothing left to be said.
Alone with my thoughts, my breathing’s so loud; tears fall from my eyes but I won’t make a sound.
I undress, I sit, I set down my phone; I scream at my wall, “WHY AM I ALONE?!”
I’ve got work, my home, family & friends; brunches with wine, I should be content.
From Bay Street to writers, athletes to blue collar; I sit and I wait for THESE men to holler.
I’m stronger than this, I know for a fact yet somehow I feel my heart start to crack.
The good guys are out there, they’re taken or gay; Monday’s for football but kiki’s today.
I love them to death, but I have needs too. I want someone for me, a sweetie, a boo.
This is my life as it stands right now, how can I be frustrated? Seriously , HOW?!
I know it’s lame venting in an open letter, just wish this would get to the men who know better.