Task 30

I saw you in here, all the time, alone.
Sometimes I was alone too, or with friends.
Eye contact lingered; the seeds had been sown.
The isolation this romance all mends.
But now you're here with this other girl.
You're smiling and she's smiling, but I frown
As all my notions rapidly unfurl;
What I thought was true is flipped upside down.

But whatever, I don't care, your moustache
Looks like it's been drawn on with crayons and
I hope she gives you some foul itching rash
When you take her tenderly by the hand.
I wanted someone lonely just like me
To pat me on the head, say I'm pretty.