The disclaimer: For the one who will surely read this, I'm just purging I swear.
I've said recently that I have never been in love. That's not entirely true. The truth is, I know no one has ever loved me.
Tears ever present
Loneliness all consuming
The bitter anguish of hopelessness
I pray constantly. I beg for a sign, a sense of direction.
I know that my heart is good and that I have every right to share it.
I don't know that sex is necessarily the culprit. I've always believed that my body is all they would allow me to give. Anything else I give would have too much emotion in it...and no one wants that.
I'm not afraid of being alone. Just sick of it.
