Me

I sit and wonder just how I have this amazing talent to destroy anything good that comes my way. I marvel at how I can dwell on loves gone by, arrogantly thinking I can revive them. This is the folly of my heart and mind, to long for those times and memories most sweet. Longing for those bygone golden moments, craving their intoxicating bittersweet caress.

I know deep down that I love, and that love is not returned. I know that I should gather up my shards of hurt, bundle them tight, and move on.

But I am weak, and cannot leave behind such memories of wondrous times.

I am stubborn, and desire the unattainable. No matter how many times I fail, I struggle on, arrogant in my pride.

I am a coward, afraid of the unknown. I prefer to wrap myself in the warmth of the familiar. I dare not tread into the cold of the future.

I am as alone as I can make myself. I push others away sometimes.

I am blind to the truth. I choose not to see that which is right in my face. I ignore the screams of the obvious.

I bang my head against my own faults and failures, not smart enough to seek a way around them.

I am human, and I am a man. I am simple, I hurt, and I long for someone to share the simple things that make me happy, as well as someone to teach me new things. To show me new paths to take, and new experiences.