What is it like to miss something you never had?
To touch those fabrics
And never buy them for yourself
What is it like to look at lines
That never combine
They stay apart
Sit on cold tiled floors
And think this is life
To watch your friends, plan parties,
Only to sit there and feel like there is not enough gifts to replace all these holes
What is it like to hear people say your time will come and never comes?
Or you will find the right one
Or you will hold onto relationships
To have a hold onto
But there are minimal holds
What is it like to hear people say, one day this will be you?
And it is never you
Tired of feeling so blue
All you feel is empty
Are you not meant to be a mother?
Is that a thing
It feels worse everyday
When you feel incapable of looking down
And not seeing the eyes of someone who does not know that it is because of them