Doomed to be alone
I put my fantasy man on a throne
Although he keeps playing mind games
With a little help from his friends
This feels like 6 Degrees of Separation
He and my numerous stalkers
Take me back in time
To good times and bad
I see people from my past
Sometimes I have to take a double take
Is that who I think it is
I can’t believe my eyes
Some of you just like to look
Wishing you were the soulmate in my book
Sometimes I wonder
Who are the people looking back at me
Nothing more than my mental mess
Waiting for that happy ending
I created you
But I don’t know the real you
I hope to finally meet and connect with you
For now I lie in wait
For my man to leave his precious life and wife
And join me in mine
I know that I will be single for life
Nothing more than a figment of my imagination
I should take him off this throne
Stuck in a strange zone
Doomed to be alone
Trey: I have been dropping hints left and right and you call me a stalker in your poem? And where did you get that weird name Trey? Not my name!
(Later in the evening)
Trey: We’re good
(Even later)
Trey: Why would you call me a stalker though?
Maeve: His “epic” wife and life, you mean? Trey Sanders isn’t going anywhere with you, so be forewarned!
