I loved thousands of loves once,
I loved the sun,
the sky,
the rain,
the clouds.
I loved my family.
I loved my pets.
    I loved the old couple still in love after fifty years,
    I loved the angry driver on the highway who nearly clipped me.
   I loved the man on the street asking for help.
   I loved everyone and everything,
  Until the world told me it was wrong.
   Until they told me it was improper and not right,
    I had thousands of loves,  
    and lived without one fight.
   The world broke me down,
the people I loved, (Rightly), shot down my love.
Made it smaller and less like an infinite piece of me.
   Everyday I look not for careers, or jobs, or work,
I look for my thousands of loves, and hope one day I'll feel whole again.