I ate my grapes under the table,

I did everything I thought I should,

And the thought always lingered,

What someone wanted to, they would.

So I kissed the mirror at midnight,

Whispered an ever-so-loving frase,

Another new years spent alone,

But the year has 365 days.

I also kind of love it,

My heart is always at home,

And I know what some might say,

But I don’t mind being alone.

In fact, I love myself deeply,

More than anyone ever has,

Past relationships never worked,

Left me guarded then rased.

I give myself freedom-

I can be who I want-

And I work on becoming a version-

That is more nonchalant.

Now I read to myself when I’m anxious

I blast music, can hear me sing

I built the table

And I have something to bring.

I’m worth being loved, cared for, and desired.

And the utmost respect is always required.

Now I remind myself daily,

Love is always there.

And things can take a turn,

Even if life hasn't been fair.

My worst moments become stories,

I recall now and again.

When someone asks how and I respond:

No, when

When I did everything I thought I should,

And nothing went as planned,

So I tossed out the script,

And I wrote a new one by hand.