"You’re a catch! I don’t see how anyone wouldn’t like you! It’ll be alright,pal."
All I can do it smile. That last word is all I am to people. I’m a pal, a friend, a brother, a best friend, a “twinsie”, a coworker, or a colleague.
My heart is on my sleeve. I’ve given it to many only to have it dropped on the floor. I’m damaged goods. I’m willing. I’m desperate for love.
I can’t tell you how many tears well up, or fall from my eyes at the thought of knowing no one would like someone like me. &by someone like me, I mean my weight.
Love makes you do crazy things. Craving it makes you do even crazier things.
I just want someone to love me the way I’ve been pouring my heart out, but it seems the feelings are never mutual.
Where ever you are, I hope you come to me soon. I need you. Whoever you are. I’ve grown weak and brittle. I don’t have old bones, but my minds is aging quickly. Time’s running out…
I’ll this under “bullshit”.