The Inflatable Girlfriend... Poem by Audrey Stephenson

I need to know that there will be a reasonable end as to why I feel as lonely as I do. As I am.

I need to hope that there is a reasonable chance that one will fulfill a pursuit towards me, or atleast spare a passing glance.

I need to believe that there is something behind this insipid reflection. I need to believe in my soul.

But after and before, and somewhere in between I suppose, I need to realize that my attempts are impervious and futile.

I must stop knowing.
I must stop hoping.
I must stop believing.

I must stop...being.