LOVE’s Outcast

At this point in my llife love has be come just a reoccurring word. Not to down play it as if its not of importance. But the concept of what love becomes seems so redundant to me. I dont understand how ppl search for love just to become unsatifisy with stability. And yes this may be my reflection of it, but if i push this concept outwards, taking on the topics of infidelity, divorces, legal seperations, would you say i was wrong?

I want something different for myself

Maybe what i crave hasn’t been “labeled” yet

Maybe what i crave isn’t available yet

The question is . . . when will it be?

I try to be honest

I try to be open

I give parts of myself so they understand

And im the problem.

That notion of being the problem. That title wasn’t lent to me. I took it. I stole it. I made it MINE!

A very intimate non sexual friendship.

Maybe it’ll get me back in touch with these stupid emotions, they’re not stupid.