How can love find me?
Love has seemingly found every one but me.
Need I search high and low?
Or was I expected to put on a show?
Would love have found me if I had attended Friday night's party?
If I had worn a short tight dress and a pair of heels I could do nothing but stand perfectly still in?
Was love waiting in the corner of the alleyways where mortal bodies went to seek a one night stand?
Or was love waiting in between the eye contact and conversation with all of the people i've always liked but never told?
Because love was not where I was told it was.
It was not in the hallways waiting for my clumsy feet to slip and my books to fall in hopes of another's soft fingertips to caress my own,
It was not in church where I was on my knees and gave my heart and soul to the lord,
and It was not in the pained expression of the girl I saw in the mirror that had nothing but detest and a lack of respect for herself.
I have posted my hopes in a one way trip with no return address.
Wherever love is, tell it that i'm gone.
Not like it had any intention to find me, anyways.
17:02
14. 7. 18
