Frustrated that I don’t have it
….but quite turned off by the thought of having it…
Questioning whether I’ve ever had it at all
But perhaps I’m just trying to avoid another fall
– An empty love
– A broken ”us”
Because I loved him
Or at least I thought I did
And it didn’t work out as I planned it
But if love never fails – how come we did!?
I figure I don’t know what I want
So I avoid making a list
Because once that list exists
I may open the door to a trail that consists….
Next time I won’t need to be caught
Because next time, I won’t sell myself so short