To Be Vulnerable

Life is a curious journey; we create facades and walls to protect ourselves.

I’ve learned being real means losing friends and family.

The lifelong dream of finding love becomes reduced to flings and drunken crushes.

Love, lust, crush, admiration are they different? Any less real?

I can prove that even love bounded by common blood is conditional.

Why do we fall for people out of our league or not interested in us yet we attract the unstable and those on an ego trip.

Even when you trust, there is always cheaters, phonies, friends with benefits, but if you can’t trust then you are just wasting your time.

Am I the only person who cries from loneliness, despite having so many friends.

Sure I spark curiosity but after answering a thousand pounds of questions, I still end up in the trash.

Why are people so focused on the physical when you are ignored if you have a beautiful soul and mind?

Why must I test every meaningful relationship? So quick to dismiss people due to the people who have dismissed me.

Is love a game or an interview? Either way, you win or lose.

Why must one be vulnerable to experience life deeply just to build taller thicker walls as we grow up.