I'm single

But I don't want to be anymore.

Honestly.

I'm seriously lonely.

I can't take this anymore.

I want someone to hold.

I want someone who will make my heart race.

I want someone who I can love.

I'm not at all spiteful to those who are dating.

I'm happy for all my friends who are having their one years and one months.

I just need it back.

The feeling.

The excitement.

I'm starting to get back into the groove of where I am.

The hardest thing about breaking up for me, is that I lost sight of who I was.

You were told that you were amazing, wonderful, a flippin good kisser, a good boyfriend, hot, caring, there, kind, not like all the other boys, innocent.

I'm not hearing that anymore. I haven't heard it anymore, but that's okay.

I have fine self esteem. I know where I stand. I'm comfortable with who I am.

I think I look good, but sure, on early mornings, I look like hell, but who doesn't.

I don't miss compliments.

I miss the bond.

As the smiths said, if it's not love, it's the bond, the bond, the BOND that will keep us together.

My bond broke, basically.

Things are okay, but it isn't the same, and I'd be lying if I said it was.

We were best friends, but we aren't anymore.

Sometimes this fact makes me want to crawl under the covers, and not get out.

But that isn't right.

I still have friends.

Just no BEST friend.

But then again, everything is different.

My friends aren't who they were last year.

I always talked to you, but now you rarely say a word.

I'm not blaming anyone, I know, your busy.

School's hard. And you've gotta do well in it to get to go places in life,

But a simple hello wouldn't hurt.

I just try to be there, even though I never see these people anymore.

I can't wait until I can drive because then it'll be so much better.

I will get to drive to those parties.

See those people I don't normally see.

Visit a girlfriend maybe.

I don't know.

But I know that this feeling will grow.

And something will happen.

I know people.

I'm getting to know people.

I'm not crazy, I'm not loving them all.

I don't love any of them, not yet.

Tomorrow will provide answers.

But I'm tired of this feeling of an empty hard.

A dead feeling in my eyes.

I'm ready to feel my heart race.

And have one of those perfect nights.

And feel infinite.