"I Remember a Time When You Used to Love Me"
"I Remember a Time When You Used to Love Me"
I don't understand why everyone I fall for acts like that they have to be cold and distant to me for my own good. I have known pain and I have known desparation, I have known joy and love. All I have ever wanted was to give of myself willingly, and be given the same in return from loved ones. I want to see the otherside of your face and the light in your shadows. I want it all.
Women I fall for don't trust me to be able to handle myself. Or perhaps they're afraid of what they'll do to me. I have often thought that allowing a mutual love only allows for my loved ones license to hurt me. I don't think anyone really knows how deep the reservoir of patience goes. I won't yield. I can be a relentless force for good. I can see new sides of new shapes all the time. I can create infinite worlds of intricate design in my head. I have more to offer than the others. I want to feel. I want to love and be loved.
But I want to create new ways of love. I don't want an archtypal wife. I don't want to have a submissive significant other. I don't want any of the old roles. I want something new and beautiful and unique. But, truth, I'm a bit of a fool. I fall in love too easily, perhaps, and I lay awake at night worrying about every look, gesture, word or action. I should be free to be who I am. And I want to give what other people need. But no one ever asks. No one wants anything from me. I have nothing but poison to give. My hands are covered in blood from crimes I've not yet committed.
I don't understand why people don't want me.
I don't understand why everyone I fall for acts like that they have to be cold and distant to me for my own good. I have known pain and I have known desparation, I have known joy and love. All I have ever wanted was to give of myself willingly, and be given the same in return from loved ones. I want to see the otherside of your face and the light in your shadows. I want it all.
Women I fall for don't trust me to be able to handle myself. Or perhaps they're afraid of what they'll do to me. I have often thought that allowing a mutual love only allows for my loved ones license to hurt me. I don't think anyone really knows how deep the reservoir of patience goes. I won't yield. I can be a relentless force for good. I can see new sides of new shapes all the time. I can create infinite worlds of intricate design in my head. I have more to offer than the others. I want to feel. I want to love and be loved.
But I want to create new ways of love. I don't want an archtypal wife. I don't want to have a submissive significant other. I don't want any of the old roles. I want something new and beautiful and unique. But, truth, I'm a bit of a fool. I fall in love too easily, perhaps, and I lay awake at night worrying about every look, gesture, word or action. I should be free to be who I am. And I want to give what other people need. But no one ever asks. No one wants anything from me. I have nothing but poison to give. My hands are covered in blood from crimes I've not yet committed.
I don't understand why people don't want me.