Why why why why why why why??? Why is it that I give so much??? I give my love...to all those who take it for granted. I give it to all those who push it aside, shelve it, and save it for only when they may want it. How is it that I constantly find myself stuck in situations that are of my own doing...because I put myself there, knowing beforehand that this could possibly be the outcome? Why do I put faith in people, male and female, only so that I can be let down? How do I always find myself longing for things of the past, knowing it can't ever and shouldn't ever happen again? How is it that I am always trying to compensate for what the people I love may lack, sometimes making me forget who I really am? How, how, how can I do this to myself? How can I disrespect myself, hurt myself? How can I let myself down? Why am I always finding that my burning passion, something so beautiful and strong, often becomes my weakness? If love is such a beautiful thing, why is it that it seems to ruin friendships and disintegrate hope at times? Why is it that men and women seem to respect their love interest more when they barely even know them...and then when they begin to love and get comfortable with one another...they begin to disrespect? What then, is love really?? Is love a false and blind hope we have because we long for something beyond all the negative shit in the world? Is it merely a facade? Two people acting like they're happy, simply disguising how much they've grown apart due to all the times they've been together? Is it all just a contradiction?
If you are a man, you may want to get to know me. You may want to get to know me either to simply get into bed with me, or to see if I'm long-term material. If it's the latter, in the beginning you will probably be intrigued by my attitude. You will probably be interested in everything about me, and want to know everything about me. You will probably want to take me everywhere, show me everything, you probably won't even be able to imagine fighting with me or getting mad at me, because at first it's entirely too new and fresh to sweat the small stuff. You'll probably be eager to capitalize on any chance you may have to be there for me during a hard time because you know it will bring you closer to me. But as time passes, even if I keep you interested, you will get comfortable with me and probably be more open to letting me affect your actions/emotions. You will probably see me in my sweat pants&no makeup more often than in the beginning because we'll see each other more and sleep together, which is supposedly nice, but then again, you'll probably complain that I don't try as hard anymore because you see me more often in sweatpants&no-makeup. You'll probably care less and less about how my day went. You'll probably begin to get angry with me over the littlest things because even though our love is supposedly growing, your patience is certainly diminishing. You'll probably begin to make me cry, something you would have never imagined doing in the beginning. You'll probably want to leave but say you'll stay, or want to stay but say you'll leave because by then your pride will be sky high. With that said, you'll probably value my friendship less and less, and then you'll come to a point where you won't be there for me at all anymore.
Tell me what love is and why it's so beautiful when all humans want is something "new". Why do we long for that "fresh" feeling when we know it won't always be like that? Why is it that love is put on such a pedestal when it seems no one wants to be in love? Why is it that things seem to get worse when love comes into play? I am aware that in so many ways it gets better, but it seems that by the time you're in love, only ONE of the people in love actually SEES the better.
If you are a man, you may want to get to know me. You may want to get to know me either to simply get into bed with me, or to see if I'm long-term material. If it's the latter, in the beginning you will probably be intrigued by my attitude. You will probably be interested in everything about me, and want to know everything about me. You will probably want to take me everywhere, show me everything, you probably won't even be able to imagine fighting with me or getting mad at me, because at first it's entirely too new and fresh to sweat the small stuff. You'll probably be eager to capitalize on any chance you may have to be there for me during a hard time because you know it will bring you closer to me. But as time passes, even if I keep you interested, you will get comfortable with me and probably be more open to letting me affect your actions/emotions. You will probably see me in my sweat pants&no makeup more often than in the beginning because we'll see each other more and sleep together, which is supposedly nice, but then again, you'll probably complain that I don't try as hard anymore because you see me more often in sweatpants&no-makeup. You'll probably care less and less about how my day went. You'll probably begin to get angry with me over the littlest things because even though our love is supposedly growing, your patience is certainly diminishing. You'll probably begin to make me cry, something you would have never imagined doing in the beginning. You'll probably want to leave but say you'll stay, or want to stay but say you'll leave because by then your pride will be sky high. With that said, you'll probably value my friendship less and less, and then you'll come to a point where you won't be there for me at all anymore.
Tell me what love is and why it's so beautiful when all humans want is something "new". Why do we long for that "fresh" feeling when we know it won't always be like that? Why is it that love is put on such a pedestal when it seems no one wants to be in love? Why is it that things seem to get worse when love comes into play? I am aware that in so many ways it gets better, but it seems that by the time you're in love, only ONE of the people in love actually SEES the better.
