Love is not for me

i can’t imagine 
someone will fall in love 
with me

look above
you won’t find any doves
because when I think of
truelove
i don’t ever think of me

i wish my mind could see
someone in love with  me
but I think what would really be
is me all alone
listening to my headphones
trying to wonder how I have grown
thinking who overthrew my thrown
I don’t want to make this well known
but I just wish that my undertone
 Wouldn’t be so monotone
and that when I die
and rest in my tombstone
someone would miss my lonely bones