A simple thing,

Such as the flavor of lip balm,

Suddenly makes me feel so empty.

"You should ask the boy you like which flavor he likes."

The unwelcome, loner feeling washes over

Why me?

Why now?

I become mute as my mouth finds nothing to say

Days later, still the kitten asks,

"Did you ask the guy you liked?"

Why must I like someone?

I'm not like him,

Having all this experience

In getting what I want

Who I want

The place where I had desire

Is now pierced with denial

Predictability

Acceptance of the thought of being

Alone.

Maybe it's worse because I used to think

That just maybe

I liked him

Maybe.

Why is it always like this?

The partial crush-

"I thought about you but the tingles never came"

-gets that personal?

Maybe it's because I'm comfortable while being

Slightly interested, yet slightly repulsed

The truth is,

No one has ever tried to fit me perfectly

I don't want to settle.

"Have you asked-"

I have asked myself.

And my answer is

I am complete

Even with this gaping hole in my chest.