Fate.

Something I love to believe in,

but know isn't real.

because fate?

If fate existed I'd have found someone by now.

Dances are coming up,

my friends all dolled up for their boys,

while I sit on the sidelines.

I know I'm lovable,

and quite cute (if I do say so myself),

so then why does no one else see that?

Electric blue dress,

Dolled up,

but for me,

not for someone.

self love isn't quite as fulfilling as I expect the real kind is.

but alas, I'm too much, too little, and no where perfect enough for them.

so I strap my heels,

clip on my earrings,

and strut down the hallway.

because maybe someone would like me then.

yes if fate were real,

and fate were true

I'd be apart of a me and you.