I am vulnerable in my pursuit of loving again.
I know that I will get it, but it’s a matter of when?
Perhaps, my intellect is too far gone, and perhaps that isn’t wrong.
Perhaps, my soul is too good, too pure and too loving.
Perhaps, I deserve nothing…
No, I deserve everything.
I deserve the sweet succulent love that I know exists.
Love is tricky in this generation, we are all beginning to become callous too early on.
We are dark, and mean, egos seem too strong.
Hide me from this soulless generation, girls use me for sex.
And I am just fed up with this.