Mr Lonely Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I walk past couples walking slowly at night.
I could not face them, their hearts entwined together.
I am Mr Lonely.
Born with a broken heart.
Friends mock me for being so romantic.
In love with love itself.
Yet I lie at night waiting for my dreams to come true.

I am not ugly nor a freak,
I am just to afraid to speak.
Confidence inspired by films of past.
Stories of love made to last.
Uninspired by modern love.
Girls who think they are women, made me feel this way.
I am camp nor am I gay.
Waiting for my true love to come.
Save me from old age.
No children or love.
No push or shove, she will love me for me.
But if things were meant to be.
Then I would not be Mr. Lonely.

Life of solace and thought.
Scoreboard of nought.
Fills me with tears.
Only to be reinforced by tales of heartbreak.
She left me for someone else.
She left me or she was a tart.
Makes me feel so much better.
Singledom to whom I am married.


I Siddiqi 13.05.09