I want to be single and meet you again, So that when I wake up in the morning I’ll be excited to learn more abut you, And in the evening I’d be drawn to dream about you. I want the nervousness to cripple my walk, And your beauty to blind my thoughts, Of whom you really are. I’d laugh at stupid jokes, And hold hands to what we could be, I want your eyes to distract me from all my surroundings. But this, is impossible, Because if I was to meet you again, I wouldn’t I’d probably give you so much attitude, And refer to you indirectly, Without giving you a precise name or explicit identification, Humming you void in my life. Because I am extremely tired of you, Not tired sleep, sluggish But the don’t call, stop texting; don’t drop by ever type of tired. We are an aversion for something, somebody, somewhere that has been done. We’re just holding on to chance. I love you’s that use to be screamed at the top of our lungs, Have turned into mumbled silence of escape The site of us is no longer ravishing It’s dreadful Only if we could be single and meet again.