RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE

RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE

I’ve spent out all hope on love,

What was I even thinking of?

Hearts have come and hearts did leave,

Here I am stranded with only me,

Only me left to my own devices,

Too taxing on me, the price is,

Looking back as I become reluctantly old,

I’ve squandered what I believed was fools’ gold,

In reality though, I see the ones that were true,

Hindsight has its ways of torturing you,

Often I wonder what have I become?

I’m sure a few of you know where I’m coming from,

A lot to do with selfishness and immaturity,

If only they could have looked past it all, they’d see,

But that just isn’t how it works,

For they take into account even my quirks,

I need someone to shove me,

Simply put, I want someone to love me,

With all the experience I’ve gained,

I’ve learned so much, even through the pain,

Heartache,

Heartbreak,

Call it what you will,

I’ve certainly had my fill,

Yet with all that said, I still believe,

There surely has to be a love somewhere waiting on me…

-brad