Popcorn

O’ my beloved Croissant, 
Your beauty, grace full of permanent taunt, 
Croissant's silken surface, 
Your crunch fulfills my life purpose.

Is it the art or the artist

That is not good enough?

Why is it

That I only get praised for my art online?

Why is it

That I only get awards 

When the judges don't know me?

Should I be defined

Life is made of firsts and lasts. 

Your first breath,

When your parents hold you close.

Your first steps, 

When you can wander around alone.

Your first words, 

For anyone who's been thinking about Valentine's day, or not, I just wish so much that for once I could get someone to like me back. But then do I? It's fine to be single and I'm fine being single, but I hate being called single.