I get lost

sometimes I don’t know who I am, i get lost in all the wrong faces and lose myself in the people who aren’t worth my feelings.

I drain myself to flood their soul and leave myself hollow.

Hoping, just hoping that one day they will see me for more than I am. They never do.

Foolish? yes. hopeful? Always.

it’s ok though I receive the wakeup calls loud and clear yet I hold my own whip, my back is bloody as I carry on relentlessly towards connections i will never make. Hands held outstretched searching for the touch of someone willing to love. 

I am willing to love, love all the wrong men. 

Sometimes I don’t know who i am. I get lost, lost in the faces of men that don’t belong. 




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