I feel like I've been punished.
Sent to my room with no supper.
A time out, so to speak.
The last man to invoke those feelings in me is now an EX.
I swore then I would never let a man get to me like that again.
But here I am, feeling the same way.
I so don't deserve this.
All I do is love with all my heart.
Unconditionally.
Since when is that a bad thing?
When I love someone, I pour my heart out.
I am very obvious.
Now, apparently, that has become a problem.
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't.
Well, I got a news flash for you,
There is no inbetween with me.
I am who I am. Deal.
If you can't, well then, I'm so sorry for you.
I'm keeping it to myself from here on in.
Wish me luck, wish me love.
