Solitaire

I guess I wasn’t made to live in a pair
but am destined to remain a solitaire.
There’s no explanation as to why and how
is it so that every time I fall in love
with somebody who doesn’t want it nor me,
only a bother for each I seem to be.
The more I try to show them how much I care,
the more they grow to hate me and doubtless swear
me out for it, wishing we had never met.
Then I do something stupid because I fret
and despair that no one ever likes me back.
No hope of anyone to salvage the wreck
of my broken heart and shattered dreams of love.
My current crush being the fourth one by now
on my forever-and-never loved guys’ list,
ever desired, never turned to a tryst.
But I can’t give up knocking on his heart’s door
because forbidden fruit attracts all the more.
Such an inexperienced fool, I should not
be let among people even for a jot
lest I don’t aggravate them with my nonsense
infatuation, no matter how intense.
No chance of loving arms to hold me as wife,
I’m doomed to a lonely solitary life.