All we need is someone who can bring us out of our shell
But who it will be is very hard to tell
For we often choose the wrong people to love uncritically
While they forget to love us back
Or even worse, acknowledge that we exist
Those who determine to love come what may
Tend to faithfully give their heart away
Without leaving any room for disappointment
That way they’re vulnerable and susceptible to hurt
When metaphorically hit with a poleaxe
For it is only how we’re ever able to truly love:
By letting go.
Thanks for your readership, always.
I acknowledge all comments.
Always remember: it gets better. 😊