The same old story

A summary of my love-life

R:
It’s all the same,
all again,
the same old story:

me in love
with a man
who doesn’t want me.

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Isn’t it strange
to fall in love
with someone whom you
don’t know much about?

Once in few years
it happens to me
that I find a boy
whom I fancy.

The only problem’s
they don’t think the same
’bout me even though
they surely know

that some feelings for them
I nurse; and they
don’t let me show them
I’m worth a try.

Yet every time
they seem to rather
prefer any other
girl, just not me.

It’s already
my crush number three.
By now I should
be immune to
when they don’t mind me;

but all the same
my heart feels squeezed
and the ignorance
doesn’t hurt any less.

R.

For how longer
do I have to wait
till one of my loves
will return my care?

Nobody wants
the ugly duckling,
but they don’t try to see
the swan inside me.

The same old story,
just different man;
still every time
it’s me who’s broken.

For all my life
I feel like I am
only the last choice
for every man.

Maybe I’m not
destined to live
in a couple
with another
human being.

In moments like this
I doubt the meaning
of my existence.
It’s fruitless striving.

Cause what is life
if there’s no one
who would love you
like you love him?