Endlessly Falling

Part 1

I have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even say vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie.

Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... really easily. This might not sound like a big deal. However, when you fall so easily for people and people never, I really and truly mean NEVER, reciprocate those feelings. Then all you are left with is me. Insert picture of myself here. A pining, lonely, insecure mess.

I crave humanity. I crave belonging and desire. I want to be someone's person. Their human. I want late night phone calls. The intimacy of sharing headphones on a rooftop. I want cuddles and snuggles. I want these things with someone and I want someone to want those things with me.

I don't talk to people about what I want because if I never get what I want from them, then I have to publicly face the truth that I am undesirable, unlovable, and not enough.

But I wrote some poems of how the people I have fallen for make me feel.

I just wish that one day I make someone feel this way too.

Welcome to my imaginary world.

A world where love is a possibility, a confusing tunnel that I have fallen in. And I can't seem to stop falling. So watch me fallllllllll.