The Plague

The Plague
27-5-13

Like the rats from the past I carry the plague;
I can’t keep a man for more than a week
Before he leaves me claiming eternal friendship.

My heart longs to be loved and give love in return.

Oh butterfly, I bought a phone
So that we could communicate when I was at work,
But now the desire to talk with me has left you,
And I am left with tears constricting my throat
And the devil squeezing my heart
Chanting the words;
MJ was right, oh God she was right.

While friends are needed,
I cannot have a family with a friend.
I need to find my Wall-e…
My ‘Forever and For Always’.

Should I wait for you butterfly?
Do I move on and search for someone else
To try and fill the void inside me?

I carry the plague.
Like a rat I scurry around searching, foraging,
But whomever I come into contact with
Runs like a cheetah to avoid me.

I am lonely. Oh God so lonely.
When will I have someone to hold me tight
And calm my fears.

Rejection, again.
And hope is crushed.

I carry the plague –
I am destined to be alone.