A pattern I’ve noticed lately with people having “crushes” on me and discussing potential relationships.
relationships past, yet none of them
are “The One.” Two local, two long-distance;
at least I got some experience. But I don’t want
experience, I want, no,
Yet most I interact with just flirt, think I’m cute, a stud, this wonderful person
they seem to put on a pedestal.
What’s the point of desire if
I’m just a rolling stone? Why would anyone put up with
an anxious person with an old-fashioned coping mechanism?
Do you honestly want a life-long relationship with a so-called sexy stud
who’s watching his life crash and burn in slow motion, and
out of desperation, poorly attempts to
stop the crash before it causes more damage?
Would you want to hold him when he
grieves for his long-gone father
death cheated him out of? Would you be there for him
when the two women closest to him leave this world?
Would you give him a family when his is long-gone?
Would you grieve with him?
Die with him?
This is why I resist
are two-way streets and are multidimensional
Yet no one understands this, because
they don’t think with their brains.