Surrounded by these great love stories

wondering when my turn will come

if only I could stop falling for

the broken and unobtainable

I try so hard to give my heart away

to those not ready

or not available

or far too scarred from their own past failings

only to watch drop it

in the nearest trash can

as they walk as far away

from me as the path can carry them

Is it any wonder

that some little sliver of my swlf

can’t believe that I’m worth anything

when so many have discarded

all I’ve tried to give?

There’s no one left

that puts any value

on my existence

so it’s no surprise to me

that I struggle to find said value

in continuing to live

But I fear the alternative

so I keep on going

looking much like Sisyphus

with this boulder up the hill

trying to find my place

alongside someone else