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Who are you to proclaim that
I will experience the pleasure
Of true love with someone wonderful?
I've had my share of heartache,
So many failed relationships in which I
Ask were they worth it in the end?
The more you beckon me to try
To see things your way, the more my
Sight deteriorates of Mr. Right.
I won't buy into foolish notions;
If we truly lived in a world where
There must be a person out there for
Everyone, then God must have excluded me.
My jigsaw puzzle is missing a few pieces,
I have no sword for my sheathe -
Nobody in their right mind would take
One look at me, feel their heart swell
With love in their chest while saying
"She's the one I've waited for my life."
I'm as worthless as a bad penny,
I'm the shit that sticks to your shoe.
I'm nothing special, certainly no coveted
Prize to be won by a lucky gentleman.
Seems that nowadays most males focus their
Attention on drop-dead gorgeous girls,
Alluring sirens that fuck like porn stars.
How can you expect me, a socially awkward
Individual who's heart bears more scars
From self inflicted pain, possibly compete
With girls more experienced in life than I?
Place one foot in the arena, I'll most
Likely get kicked to the ground like a dog.
If I let my heart speaks of my desire,
No doubt my advances will be met with
A colossal wall of shameful rejection.
I'm better off in the background,
Fading away like some transparent ghost,
Taking with it my dreams and happiness
While sadly kissing each one goodbye.
I know what men wants; they don't want me.
Look to my ex boyfriends, ask all of them
Why they didn't envision me in their future.
I was their way of merely passing the time
Until one day I outgrew their purpose.
So how do you know for sure my ship
Has sailed, destined to come my way?
Some ships never make it to the safety
Of the harbour, meeting a most unfortunate
End beneath treacherous uncharted seas.
How can you guarantee my plane will
Return unscathed, its tires touching down
On the runaway's asphalt with a light skid?
Sometimes they ascend down to Earth
In a hail of flames, exploding on impact.
Time after time you repeat that the one
Who's destined for me and me alone will
Eventually arrive and my soul will recognise him.
But why do I not find that reassuring?
Why do I grieve over the absence of an
Unknown presence that I can't comprehend?
I know,
It's because the right man for me
Is a myth; he does not exist.
No matter what you say, he isn't a reality.
I will experience the pleasure
Of true love with someone wonderful?
I've had my share of heartache,
So many failed relationships in which I
Ask were they worth it in the end?
The more you beckon me to try
To see things your way, the more my
Sight deteriorates of Mr. Right.
I won't buy into foolish notions;
If we truly lived in a world where
There must be a person out there for
Everyone, then God must have excluded me.
My jigsaw puzzle is missing a few pieces,
I have no sword for my sheathe -
Nobody in their right mind would take
One look at me, feel their heart swell
With love in their chest while saying
"She's the one I've waited for my life."
I'm as worthless as a bad penny,
I'm the shit that sticks to your shoe.
I'm nothing special, certainly no coveted
Prize to be won by a lucky gentleman.
Seems that nowadays most males focus their
Attention on drop-dead gorgeous girls,
Alluring sirens that fuck like porn stars.
How can you expect me, a socially awkward
Individual who's heart bears more scars
From self inflicted pain, possibly compete
With girls more experienced in life than I?
Place one foot in the arena, I'll most
Likely get kicked to the ground like a dog.
If I let my heart speaks of my desire,
No doubt my advances will be met with
A colossal wall of shameful rejection.
I'm better off in the background,
Fading away like some transparent ghost,
Taking with it my dreams and happiness
While sadly kissing each one goodbye.
I know what men wants; they don't want me.
Look to my ex boyfriends, ask all of them
Why they didn't envision me in their future.
I was their way of merely passing the time
Until one day I outgrew their purpose.
So how do you know for sure my ship
Has sailed, destined to come my way?
Some ships never make it to the safety
Of the harbour, meeting a most unfortunate
End beneath treacherous uncharted seas.
How can you guarantee my plane will
Return unscathed, its tires touching down
On the runaway's asphalt with a light skid?
Sometimes they ascend down to Earth
In a hail of flames, exploding on impact.
Time after time you repeat that the one
Who's destined for me and me alone will
Eventually arrive and my soul will recognise him.
But why do I not find that reassuring?
Why do I grieve over the absence of an
Unknown presence that I can't comprehend?
I know,
It's because the right man for me
Is a myth; he does not exist.
No matter what you say, he isn't a reality.
Basically this is my response to anyone who has told me I will eventually find the right man someday. Honest to God, it has come down to this - I'm at the age of 27 and because of relationships that didn't work out for several reasons and my major low self esteem/insecurity issues I'm convinced that I'm not worthy of a man's love, time and affections. I wouldn't be surprised if I don't get married, lose my virginity to someone worthwhile or have children. All those dreams have gone up in smoke because I don't believe in myself or my dreams anymore. They're just become pointless and empty in my opinion.
It just seems you got to be stunningly beautiful to catch a man's attention these days. If you have ordinary looks (like me, I suppose) you never stand a chance sadly despite the fact if you have a decent personality. And what's more is that I'm a virgin - I fear that every man is put off by this, opting to go for more sexually experienced women.
I don't feel lucky, I feel like a loser in life. In fact I feel like I am a failure to the rest of my sex, all because of my inability in the fields of love/romance and sex. At times I envy men as in some areas, things come so very easy for them when it comes to falling in love and having sex. I just feel like giving up and refraining from giving my heart to another man - I've been hurt too much and let down so badly that on one hand I hate being single for two years while I have no trust in forming a close bond with the opposite sex.
I'm hopeless when it comes to men. Every relationship I had hadn't worked out, which added to the endless string of failures. Each failed romance taught me that it has to be my fault that things didn't work out no matter how loving/faithful I was. Not to mention my last boyfriend dumped me all because my family wouldn't accept him, so in other words the pressure of loving me got too much for him. Plus, there was 3,000 miles in between us.
As most people know, I suffer from social anxiety and yes, it does affect someone who has got it when it comes to making friends and having romantic relationships. I have no idea how to approach a man in real life. I can't get a boyfriend in real life, so most of my relationships were online. The only one who actually transformed into a real life relationship was my second boyfriend.
Ever since my last ex, I have steered away from online relationships due to the fact there's a high chance of it not working out at all. And because I fail so badly in real life with men, I feel like I'm trapped. It seems I'm not cut out for love at all because I can't get in both online and in the real world. And don't get me started about sex and my pathetic virgin status...
Plenty of times when it comes to love and sex I've had people say "You're waiting for the right man, that's all. He will come eventually!" or something along those lines. And I don't believe them. Why? Because I know in my heart that all this soulmate stuff is a mere myth and Mr Right hasn't been created for me at all.
I might as well be an unlovable spinster for the rest of my stupid life...and that scares me to death
I can relate very much to this article even though it's more to do with being a virgin: www.gurl.com/2014/03/19/10-thi…
It just seems you got to be stunningly beautiful to catch a man's attention these days. If you have ordinary looks (like me, I suppose) you never stand a chance sadly despite the fact if you have a decent personality. And what's more is that I'm a virgin - I fear that every man is put off by this, opting to go for more sexually experienced women.
I don't feel lucky, I feel like a loser in life. In fact I feel like I am a failure to the rest of my sex, all because of my inability in the fields of love/romance and sex. At times I envy men as in some areas, things come so very easy for them when it comes to falling in love and having sex. I just feel like giving up and refraining from giving my heart to another man - I've been hurt too much and let down so badly that on one hand I hate being single for two years while I have no trust in forming a close bond with the opposite sex.
I'm hopeless when it comes to men. Every relationship I had hadn't worked out, which added to the endless string of failures. Each failed romance taught me that it has to be my fault that things didn't work out no matter how loving/faithful I was. Not to mention my last boyfriend dumped me all because my family wouldn't accept him, so in other words the pressure of loving me got too much for him. Plus, there was 3,000 miles in between us.
As most people know, I suffer from social anxiety and yes, it does affect someone who has got it when it comes to making friends and having romantic relationships. I have no idea how to approach a man in real life. I can't get a boyfriend in real life, so most of my relationships were online. The only one who actually transformed into a real life relationship was my second boyfriend.
Ever since my last ex, I have steered away from online relationships due to the fact there's a high chance of it not working out at all. And because I fail so badly in real life with men, I feel like I'm trapped. It seems I'm not cut out for love at all because I can't get in both online and in the real world. And don't get me started about sex and my pathetic virgin status...
Plenty of times when it comes to love and sex I've had people say "You're waiting for the right man, that's all. He will come eventually!" or something along those lines. And I don't believe them. Why? Because I know in my heart that all this soulmate stuff is a mere myth and Mr Right hasn't been created for me at all.
I might as well be an unlovable spinster for the rest of my stupid life...and that scares me to death
I can relate very much to this article even though it's more to do with being a virgin: www.gurl.com/2014/03/19/10-thi…
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I love the content of the piece, its a frustration easy to relate to yet you still kept it personal. I feel a connection between the words and you. I particularly liked the lines "My jigsaw puzzle is missing a few pieces / I have no sword for my sheathe" and "I'm as worthless as a bad penny / I'm the shit that sticks to your shoe." I think they give both excellent imagery and convey the point of the poem strongly. It's wonderfully blunt and crude without being tasteless.