I think I want to, thus the constant heartbreak.
Either that or I'm not meeting the right people.
Or I'm meeting the right people and I'm the problem.
Post-break up blues
This has been the past two weeks in a nutshell
Reached out and got the door slammed in my face
I wondered why I didn't see them for what they were sooner.
Got slightly angry. Yeah, slightly!
Then the anger, with life in general
Recurrent realizations were made, as usual. I'd made them before. I wonder why I even write them dowm anymore if I'm going to chuck logic out the door every time I meet someone I like.
Asked the universe to give me what I need.
Then I remembered,
Because face it, the reason my relationships suck is because I'm never in them. I don't share. I need someone I can be myself around.