And just for thought...
You look at me, thinking I have plenty of reasons to throw in the towel, to put my head down.
Have I not lost more love in my life then gained?
It is not men who mold my world though a men have been the ones to break it.
A touch is a touch whether it be for love or lust.
If I am never to be touched again, it would be of no matter.
Imprints were left, recalling each one at a whim.
You look at me, thinking I must be lonely, silently yearning to be the body I share myself with.
How many passing moons have I been alone? you wonder.
I can get a body anywhere but I want more than your frame.
If my heart never falls in love again, it makes no difference.
The memory of great men will be enough for me,
the reminders of all the cowards is enough for me.
I may have loved and lost but I have been graced and that's all that matters.
You look at me, thinking I should resent all the fools who used, abused, and walked out the door.
I look at her, knowing I have more reasons to celebrate my life then you will ever understand.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.