Can we, exist for an infinite? Can I be accepted for being me while being so different? My shell, is layered. My core, is an oddity. I just want an attention, and attraction from blissful comfort. Can I write poetry about you, and although, I cannot exactly control your response, I hope that you gush and love more than lust, over the words I choose because I especially picked you, over one or two. I won’t lie, I’m dating. But I want to get to know you. I am still so lost, and want to be found by another. 🥀