Yearning for Love

Love.

It’s what we yearn for the most.

So when we finally get it,

It’s hard not to boast.

But love isn’t easy,

It’s actually pretty hard.

Each previous love left its own scar.

The wounds may heal,

But the scars will last forever.

Forever hurt, forever broken.

I pray that the one who stays was chosen.

Chosen by God, chosen to love me in the way that I need.

I wish I knew how to love in the way that he loves me.

I’ve been hurt so many times that I don’t know what to do.

I feel like I don’t even have the slightest clue.

Cheated on and manipulated with the first.

The second made me crazy and brought out my worst.

I was far too much for the last.

I was hardworking, determined, ambitious.

He was so broke, his whole body should’ve been in a cast.

It wasn’t the lack of money that upset me.

It was the lack of drive.

I was willing to take care of him because I thought he would try.

He never did,

And all he did was suck me dry.

I felt so used and under appreciated.

Without me, he wouldn’t have even made it.

My heart is big, and I really cared.

But the effort was never shared.

There was one guy I believed to be right,

But his love was never tight.

All he’d do is throw his bait,

And he’d catch whoever would bite.

I desired a love that was so clear to see.

People could see it just simply from our energy.

I desired a love that made me feel whole.

Two individuals, but one soul.

I’m confident that I know who that one is.

He’s the one I want to marry.

I want to have his kids.