I can be real, right?
I feel like I'm going to spend the rest of my life being the rebound guy.
Being the guy that girls (somehow inherently) know will be affectionate and kind, and treat them how they should be treated - but only "employed" until their self-esteem is nursed back to health, after which they go back to either the same or another guy who treats them like garbage (and they know it). (I'm not saying that this is always the case in my life; In fact: it's more likely that it represents the vast minority of the relationships I've had and that my current mood is simply affecting my perception, but either way around...)
I'm scared that I'll never know what real requited love is again, at least not platonically.
But whatever, you know? If I allow the love that I have for and give to other people to become motivated by or rooted in what I stand to gain, then I'm dead already and wouldn't know love if it slapped me in the head.
The last few months I’ve been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles.
Oh, they fit together like a puzzle.
I love their love and I am thankful,
That someone actually received the prize that was promised,
By all those fairy tales that drugged us.
They still do me. I’m sick, lonely.
No laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually?
Like love’s some kind of lottery.
Where you scratch and see what’s underneath.
It’s sorry.
Just one cherry.
I’ll play again, get lucky.
But despite all of that, I love my life, I love the person that I am, I love my family of friends, I love my job, and I love that when I wake up in the morning I can say that (despite how much it hurts sometimes to see someone you love run off when you know that you would be the best man for the job and that no one who walks the planet right now could possibly love them more than you do) my motives are still pure and I wont let desire, discontent, or "loneliness" drive me to any other action than honest, pure, and unselfish love.
P.S. this is not me begging for pity, or comments, or whatever. I usually keep my entries private, but I'm hoping that someone will read this and know that they aren't alone and know that although "nice guys finish last" that what is more important than winning or gaining anything is not losing what you know is right.
Being the guy that girls (somehow inherently) know will be affectionate and kind, and treat them how they should be treated - but only "employed" until their self-esteem is nursed back to health, after which they go back to either the same or another guy who treats them like garbage (and they know it). (I'm not saying that this is always the case in my life; In fact: it's more likely that it represents the vast minority of the relationships I've had and that my current mood is simply affecting my perception, but either way around...)
I'm scared that I'll never know what real requited love is again, at least not platonically.
But whatever, you know? If I allow the love that I have for and give to other people to become motivated by or rooted in what I stand to gain, then I'm dead already and wouldn't know love if it slapped me in the head.
The last few months I’ve been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles.
Oh, they fit together like a puzzle.
I love their love and I am thankful,
That someone actually received the prize that was promised,
By all those fairy tales that drugged us.
They still do me. I’m sick, lonely.
No laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually?
Like love’s some kind of lottery.
Where you scratch and see what’s underneath.
It’s sorry.
Just one cherry.
I’ll play again, get lucky.
But despite all of that, I love my life, I love the person that I am, I love my family of friends, I love my job, and I love that when I wake up in the morning I can say that (despite how much it hurts sometimes to see someone you love run off when you know that you would be the best man for the job and that no one who walks the planet right now could possibly love them more than you do) my motives are still pure and I wont let desire, discontent, or "loneliness" drive me to any other action than honest, pure, and unselfish love.
P.S. this is not me begging for pity, or comments, or whatever. I usually keep my entries private, but I'm hoping that someone will read this and know that they aren't alone and know that although "nice guys finish last" that what is more important than winning or gaining anything is not losing what you know is right.