UNTITLED 12/31/2016

"Why are you single?"
Someone asked me.
A question I've been avoiding
For the longest time.

Because of my standards.
What first came to mind.
But I have other reasons
That I couldn't find.

We have to have the same faith.
That I cannot let go.
I love my God too much.
So he has to be a such.

But upon further inspection
I guess I found my answers
Why am I still single?
Because someone asked me.

This heart is scared
That I am sure of
Not to love
But its disappoitments

What I have witnessed
From people around me
Gave me a glimpse
Of things I don't want to be

I've seen pain
I've seen madness
I've seen tears
I've seen darkness

So I want to take care of my heart
And hold on to a promise
When I surrendered this part
To the author of my life

I've let go of the pen
I am waiting patiently
It might sound foolish
Or an outright idiocy

"Bring him to me When I am ready"
That was the deal I gave
So I'll continue to prepare myself
Till that grand day arrives

So if I'll be asked again
"Why are you single?"
I'll go back to the promise
A promise that was spoken to me

~RTBR (12302016)

**For editing... once the brain works better