Blessed by Aphrodite
Her hair as long and silky as fjord
Her eyes direct gateways into her beautiful and complex mind
Her smile untainted by the hate this painful world unleashes onto us all

Blessed by Aphrodite
Her body curves like the seven sister hills
Her Skin kissed personally by the sun
She is never cold it could be the coldest day of the year but when we touch it as I have ran into burning building

Blessed by Aphrodite
Her mind is puzzle I wish to solve she is loved by everyone around she lacks enemy’s and have friends in abundance
She is perfect in every possible way
No wonder I love her

There I few things that I truly crave but my unattainable goal is love
I want people to love me I want bestie I crave a person that I love me quirks and all I yearn a relationship

The amount of love I see seeping from every other person has given me a taste for something I can never have
The people play my heartstrings for never reciprocatethe tune

I spend my limited days on this earth in my fortress of solitude yearning for anyone that would take me as theirs welcome me in there arms

I am me
I ain’t a ****** guy
I ain’t a *****
I ain’t idiot
I am me

I am me
I am a geek
I am a friend
I am a athlete
I am me

I am me
I could be a mma fighter
I could be a horror writer
I am me

I am me
I try to be loving
I try to study
I shouldn’t try to fit in
I am me

But I ain’t a punching bag
I have feeling
I exist
I am me

I’ve tried so many times to fill the void in my life with a love that fulfils me
Over and over the same response the ‘your really nice’ and ‘awhhh’ and the ‘we should be friends’

I see loves flowering all around me everywhere I go I see couples embracing each other and on the internet lovers being lovers it’s as the universe taunts me wherever I look

I want that person I want someone who will love and cherish me and I person I can be cutesy with a person I can love

Why am I the punching bag
Why am I the door mat
Why do people think it’s ok to be a ****
Why can’t I be left alone
Why am I the final destination of **** talk
Why are people scared of change
Why is the world ran by skeletons
Why

Admist the burn and October warmth,
A flower blossoms, tended to by hands adorned with splinters,
white rose petals and lily seeds bathe in the fireplace of god.
Protected and shielded against any harsh flame;
scraped knees and sun-soaked skin
are the sacrifices of
loving Eden.
Dawns and lavender wreaths surround us.
Our solitude together, is paradise.