There’s Got To Be More
It’s one of those nights I hang out with him, he is supposed to be my escape. The place I feel safe, loved, accepted, never too much. Yet, like every night I am here I feel like a nuisance. He barely even speaks to me. When I touch him he pulls away like a wounded animal. Like I’m an annoyance he has become accustomed to. A growth he can’t remove. That is how I feel these days. What happens when the love is empty? You’ve gone ten rounds in the ring and yet you still stay there? Is this the love that we all believed in and craved? The companionship we spent our nights waiting for, wishing on stars for? I can’t help but believe there has got to be more than this life. I was recently reminded by my past this is not who I am. I was more, was enough, was never too much! How did I not remember that on my own? Men used to crave my touch, my sensuality, I was a drug to them. I wasn't shy or timid. Who is the woman I see now? Older, in a relationship where I feel alone. Beggin...