Tuesday 1 yr 151

Love lost, love found
ever circling, going round
reaching out, and holding back
afraid of love, and what I lack.

I wrote that poem a few years ago and it still holds true today. It seems that whenever I loose someone that "loves" me I find another, but they in turn also leave. I wonder what it is about me the brings this about. Where is the one person for me? I would love to share my life with someone.