Solo With Fomo

He broke my heart, ripped my soul apart, I hate gay men, only get sex with payment, how fucking sad am I, that's why I stay high, it's how I get thru this shitty life, stabbed in the back with a knife, then he twisted, I swear I'm gifted, at being alone, many claim but have never shown, perhaps I'm incapable of being loved, I'm just not good enough, I long for and ache, a partner or a mate, tired of solo, consumed by fomo, cuz all my friends are straight and married with kids, I'm lost more than ever and simply don't know how to live!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

2/20/25