Single February

I never liked the color pink.

but it looked nice on my lips.

Sweet blush mouth on date nights

and bubble champagne giggle

sound track over conversation.

I am the perpetual single girl

with one night stand dinners

and desperate swipe rights trysts.

Everyone dresses me up

in a tiny red dress

and tall stiletto expectations,

but I never had the grace

or stability of wedding ring hands.

I am always searching between the lines

for a heartbeat smiles, but ghosted

by runaway feet.

It is hard to fall in love

when surrounded by paper hearts

and single serve valentines.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.