No Love, Not Yet

No teardrops on my guitar,

I never had one anyways.

No love in a photograph,

I’ve never even met you.

No sexting on the dance floor,

I’ve never been to a club.

No just the way you are,

Though I’m sure you’re great,

No perfect two,

I’m fine on my own.

No cheesy love poems,

At least none about me,

Because I’ve never had love,

So just let me be.