Being a Girl

Am I destined
to be alone
Forever -
Obsessed with
the illusion of love

Maybe I
need to find
Someone
who collects stamps
and isn't ashamed

Of life
and mistakes
Of me
and my weird habits
like talking to myself

In passing

ONe more look
and I'll love you
Who you are
and who I am
is in the glance
that peek at what might be
Neither of us move
but we part
our feet carry us
separate us
but for that moment.