i fall for all the wrong men at all the wrong times.
i fall for men who are attached, whether to the girl or because of the girl. men who are in love with girls who dont love them back, right or wrong. men who are in love with their girlfriends but see me as a welcome distraction. men who think its fun to flirt with me but cant pry themselves away from the hope that their lost love will return for them.
i fall for men who are too wrapped up in their careers, their schoolwork, themselves, to be in a place for a healthy relationship. men who are good men for the most part, who are the best they can be as a boyfriend but arent around enough to show it. men who let me down when they say they have to go out of town - again out of town - when we had plans friday night. men who dont communicate, not because theyre trying to be mean but because, again, they are too wrapped up in their own lives to show concern for anothers.
i fall for men who are emotionally broken. a good friend described me as a house flipper. someone who fixes broken things and when im done with them well, i dont sell them, but they walk away on their own. i fall for men who have an emotional wound, and i always want to help scab it over and let it heal on my watch. the only problem is, i keep hoping that at the end of the day, they will stay with the person who fixed them, when, in reality, ive only put a band-aid on a wound that needs a cast.
i thought i met the right one once. and we ended up divorced. and recently, i thought i met the right one again and we cant ever go anywhere because of all the wrong reasons.
i miss when relationships involved nothing more substantial than a fight about what movie to go see on friday night, and passing notes in class. high school may be awkward and childish in many ways, but im starting to think that its the rightest time for love that any of us have in our lifetime.
thus endeth the emo shit.
i fall for men who are attached, whether to the girl or because of the girl. men who are in love with girls who dont love them back, right or wrong. men who are in love with their girlfriends but see me as a welcome distraction. men who think its fun to flirt with me but cant pry themselves away from the hope that their lost love will return for them.
i fall for men who are too wrapped up in their careers, their schoolwork, themselves, to be in a place for a healthy relationship. men who are good men for the most part, who are the best they can be as a boyfriend but arent around enough to show it. men who let me down when they say they have to go out of town - again out of town - when we had plans friday night. men who dont communicate, not because theyre trying to be mean but because, again, they are too wrapped up in their own lives to show concern for anothers.
i fall for men who are emotionally broken. a good friend described me as a house flipper. someone who fixes broken things and when im done with them well, i dont sell them, but they walk away on their own. i fall for men who have an emotional wound, and i always want to help scab it over and let it heal on my watch. the only problem is, i keep hoping that at the end of the day, they will stay with the person who fixed them, when, in reality, ive only put a band-aid on a wound that needs a cast.
i thought i met the right one once. and we ended up divorced. and recently, i thought i met the right one again and we cant ever go anywhere because of all the wrong reasons.
i miss when relationships involved nothing more substantial than a fight about what movie to go see on friday night, and passing notes in class. high school may be awkward and childish in many ways, but im starting to think that its the rightest time for love that any of us have in our lifetime.
thus endeth the emo shit.
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Wind and Window Flower
by Robert Frost
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.