The One, Not really

Finally! Finally I knew I had found (what do they call it?) Oh yeah “The One.”

The one that would love me the one that would shine bright in my life like a shining sun.


But what if they only say all that to make me search to laugh at me do they say that for fun?

Because that girl wasn’t the one, neither was that one, over there? No, not her either, really there’s none


I’m destined to be alone I had a good thing once but I didn’t appreciate

I took that one for granted and didn’t know what I had until it was too late


But even that good thing doesn’t compare to how I felt about this girl

Never in my life did I think I would love anyone like that, no not in this world


I just want to be loved, I just want to love what the hell is wrong with that?

It’s not good for a man to be alone I read that somewhere once didn’t I? Where did I read that at?


Whenever it doesn’t work out I always think the girl was the problem

I recreate that chick, build her into a monster in my mind and walk away from that goblin


But this time I’m learning something. I’m realizing something terrible something I never wanted to know

It can’t always be them the only thing all these heartbreaks have in common is me! This couldn’t be true! Am I right, am I the problem? Somebody say no!


I think this is why I work out, I’ve gotta make my exterior strong

To compensate for an interior spiritually weak, to make up for that wrong


Wrong break it down, Worthless, Ruined, Outkast, No Good. Not worthy of love

Just another misfit from the hood, acting like a good man, hiding the thug


I hold my head high makes jokes and smile all the time. A strong person with a good head on his shoulders that’s what I let everyone see

I help people give them advice and hugs, I’m there when they need me but I never want that for me


If I reach out for help like I’m pretty much doing right now while I write this

People will know that I’m weak, damn man people will know how I’m really just worthless


Poetry is my outlet when things are hurting me putting it on paper in rhyme always makes me feel so much better.

But I’m done with this one and it’s not working this time, It’s not gonna help me it’s not gonna put my heart back together.

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LisaMarie724 3 years ago from Pittsburgh PA

Very beautifully wrote. Voted up, keep writing you have a gift.


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Jack West 3 years ago Author

Thank you. I just wish it wasn't how I really felt right now.


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Sphinxs Sanctum 3 years ago from Southern United States

Heart Splayed open! Sometimes we have to do that in order to examine it properly. I read your profile before commenting & find we have a similar nature in that we're both Extremists. It's very difficult to walk that middle line, stay in the gray & feel centered. Why? Because that gets boring for us. Boring or not, we have to find a way to do it or our lives turn into that bullet train! I'm sorry you've suffered such heartache but I assure you the Right person is out here for us all. It's a matter of continuing to allow yourself to be open so that they can find you. Keep your light on & keep sharing your pain. This is my form of therapy too.


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Jack West 3 years ago Author

Thank you Sphinxs. Yeah I am an extremist LOL It's called sanguine type personality disposition I've been told.

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