Borrowed love

Everyone has someone, but lately

it's felt like I have no one for my own

I still write you poems,

hoping you'll read them

I call a friend and we talk for an hour

About life and how it moves so fast

I text him when he gets off work

At 3am and no one else would reply

But I'm still up and he's still a friend

We sat up til early morning, cried

Together about how life is unfair

All these souls I love

could care less about

the shape of my hands,

They just want someone for

Their own too.

Could I ever find that person in you?