Maybe
So here I am, again. Single.
Maybe I pick incorrectly, maybe I'm too much, maybe I'm not enough, maybe it's all that.
I'm done. I've so much love to give, so many adventures I want to go on, quiet, intimate and tender moments I want - but alas, I'm depleted now.
Love has evaded me my whole life - it's all just a mess.
Maybe I'm meant to be alone, maybe I'm to just meant to make people laugh and brighten their day.
I just miss having a huge cuddle and someone to tell me they've got me. I'm tired of always being alone.
Its nice to be friends with my exes though, but maybe no one needs me anyway...