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Confusion Kills
I’ve always had problems with love in one way or another. Either I can’t find it when I want it, or it finds me when I don’t want anything to do with it. I try so hard to love just one person, but my heart has the tendency of opening up to multiple people at once. I care so deeply for so many people, and for so many different reasons. It’s become difficult for me to siphon out love from lust, adoration, respect, and admiration. I sit waiting as patiently as I can for someone to completely steal my heart, and any time I believe it has happened, I am proven wrong. I want nothing more than to quit on love all together, but I can’t. I’m completely powerless against it. I want to fly in and save every woman who talks to me from the monotony of everyday life. I want to hold each and every one of them, and tell them all that everything will be alright. I have such a seemingly endless capacity for love. I hate seeing someone I care about struggle with loneliness and despair. I hate it to the point that my heart bleeds for them. These feelings often grow into love, and then when I save the day, I desire nothing more than to fly away and save the next damsel in distress. Wracked with guilt immediately after, I drown in regret. I just want someone to sweep me off of my feet, to save me from myself. I want someone to completely steal my heart. I want too much…
