I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it, but every time I receive just a taste of happiness and love in my personal life, it gets ripped away from me in the most violent and hurtful way. I am lost and lonely. I feel undeserving of love. I thought I’ve paid my karma dues, but I guess not. I ache and yearn and life pushes me down in return.
Why don’t I get to be happy and in love?
I guess I’m too boring and not enough.
Through all the pain I keep my head up
But too many times pushed down is far too much.
I never tried to push
or be needy
or clingy
but not being crazy or dramatic or toxic
isn’t interesting.
I get a taste of what life could be like
of what could be
and be told all the most wonderful things a woman could hear
just for it to be pushed away for nothing.
Coward.








