Vent Session #1

[Beautifully Complicated]

I came on here to vent about dating,

Even though I am not and just sitting here waiting.

On a husband yes, wondering when he'll find me.

While all the Mr. Wrong's attempt to try and see

If I will budge, lowering to the level of surface.

Disregarding all of my hard work, healing and purpose. 

Frustrations arise, fighting to keep hoping.

No sad face, tears or moping. 

Is it me? Them? Both of us? The clashing.

Do I really care?

There's no anger or tongue lashing.

It all became book content to help someone else.

After all, I can't help anyone until I mastered helping myself.