Maybe I wasn’t meant for love, and maybe that’s why it hardly works,
Maybe that’s just an illusion or maybe I have been in love before and it was shit
Maybe I was meant for love, but not with this generation, not in this world
Maybe I slept too long and woke up with an old soul in a new world
Maybe I was meant for other things; world order, financial freedom, anything..just not love
Maybe I stopped believing and I’m still in denial, that something so beautiful doesn’t exist, that people just try to make it exist. Picture perfect
Maybe this craving is all.i was meant to have, giving love and hardly getting it back probably was my purpose
Or maybe…,
I’m just too in my feelings and badly crave sth that looks, feels, like love
Or maybe…., The illusion of love is the safe haven I want to escape my realities
The little light that gives you hope that things will be just fine…,the shadow of the horizon tat shows you..the journey is almost done., That you made it
Maybe I’m just saying I’m.not meant for love because..,
I’m scared of losing myself, and having to piece myself back up.., maybe I just can’t give up control of myself because that’s all I really have
Or maybe..,
I’m just scared of not being good enough, that one day he/she will walk out and never think of me again
Or maybe I’m more scared that they were never in love with me to begin with, that it’s my bubbly, lively energy they needed to feed off and that once I’m out of that energy they’ll stop at the next station and get their journeys going
Or maybe I say it,to shield others from the damage I can cause, it’s easier to deal with your broken pieces alone so you avoid cutting up other people.,and leaving them with scars they never asked for and leave them regretting
JUST MAYBE!!! π