Be Solo

Alone, I contemplate

To be single

Is not a crime

And to go solo

Doesn’t mean something is wrong

I don’t want to date

Let it linger upon my tongue

Not meaning I don’t miss intimacy

Just don’t want the teeth

I learned I was the common thread

In the receiving of broken promises

Dismantled suitors, flopping around

With mopey faces dripping in inconsistency

I guess I am not ready to date

And that is okay