~~~~
I live alone.
I like it that way.
I’m free to come and go,
to sleep in or rise with the sun.
I can wear my jammies all day long,
or go to get the mail with no bra.
I don’t have to wear makeup if I choose,
and if I fart, the dogs don’t go “Eeuuwww!”
I can eat what I want, when I want,
and if I don’t shower, there’s no one to care.
I like my life.
It suits me.
Occasionally,
just occasionally,
there is something that changes it.
Like now.
Sometimes being alone kinda sucks.
Like now.
When I want someone to be there
to share something big,
to laugh with me over a silly mistake.
I'd like someone who makes it more fun,
who knows me well enough to just get me.
You know, someone to put arms around me
and just let me cry,
to tell me it will be OK,
even when we neither know that,
not for a fact.
Sometimes I’m simply scared.
Like now.
Sometimes I’m just lonely.
Like now.
Sometimes I just wish someone loved me unconditionally,
enough to overlook my insecurities,
to not care about my irrationalities,
to love me for me.
Like now.
But I don’t.
And my life will go on,
without question, it will.
And I tell myself,
often,
“Buck up, Buttercup!”
And I do.
I’ll be OK.
I like living alone, and this is just part of it.
This will pass.
I’ll be back to myself soon,
watching a sunrise in my jammies,
no makeup or bra,
and I’ll fart when I want to!
So there, buttercup!
I like my life!
~~~~
I live alone.
I like it that way.
I’m free to come and go,
to sleep in or rise with the sun.
I can wear my jammies all day long,
or go to get the mail with no bra.
I don’t have to wear makeup if I choose,
and if I fart, the dogs don’t go “Eeuuwww!”
I can eat what I want, when I want,
and if I don’t shower, there’s no one to care.
I like my life.
It suits me.
Occasionally,
just occasionally,
there is something that changes it.
Like now.
Sometimes being alone kinda sucks.
Like now.
When I want someone to be there
to share something big,
to laugh with me over a silly mistake.
I'd like someone who makes it more fun,
who knows me well enough to just get me.
You know, someone to put arms around me
and just let me cry,
to tell me it will be OK,
even when we neither know that,
not for a fact.
Sometimes I’m simply scared.
Like now.
Sometimes I’m just lonely.
Like now.
Sometimes I just wish someone loved me unconditionally,
enough to overlook my insecurities,
to not care about my irrationalities,
to love me for me.
Like now.
But I don’t.
And my life will go on,
without question, it will.
And I tell myself,
often,
“Buck up, Buttercup!”
And I do.
I’ll be OK.
I like living alone, and this is just part of it.
This will pass.
I’ll be back to myself soon,
watching a sunrise in my jammies,
no makeup or bra,
and I’ll fart when I want to!
So there, buttercup!
I like my life!
~~~~
10 comments:
I am reading this article second time today, you have to be more careful with content leakers. If I will fount it again I will send you a link
I am not going to be original this time, so all I am going to say that your blog rocks, sad that I don't have suck a writing skills
Hey, Anonymous! Thanks for stopping by. Are you by chance anyone I know?
My name really isn't "charlie," it is Chandra. I am a 37 year-old woman, mother, and lover of words...in Anchorage, AK. It's funny because when you wrote this poem last December I was going through a rather disgruntled argument with my long distance fiance at our house in the Tahoe Nat'l Forest. He went to the cabin we built next door and I was mad and had no outlet but to draw a quite beautiful cupcake on the wall of our other house. I wrote in red sharpe pen, "Buck up, Buttercup," above it. Graffiti on the wall wasn't very nice of me, but he actually thought it was cute. We are apart right now, half way around the world; but I do plan to be with him soon. I loved your poem!!!! and just wanted to share. I feel that often. I could relate. It's scary moving half way around the world to move in with some one to "lose" what you wrote about!!!! THANK YOU! Chan
How you find ideas for articles, I am always lack of new ideas for articles. Some tips would be great
"Buck up Buttercup!" Very nice. I'll have to bounce back here sometime...
"Buck up Buttercup!" Very nice. I'll have to bounce back here sometime...
Charlie, good to meet you, and I love the story! Do come back!
Anonymous, my ideas come straight out of my life! Sorry I haven't any fabulous ideas or links, but it's just me. :)
Faustina, Thanks for dropping in! Yes, feel free to come back!
loving this. feel the feelings.
Thanks!
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