My fear
Of no one ever loving me again
Love is something everyone needs
Including me
This is not a poor me
Just something about me
You see, there is no difference in me
My heart as well bleeds
I should take the lead
Then vulnerable I would be
Something I cannot be
I have been there you see
And
It just about destroyed me
That need
That is what stops me, to proceed
I have learned how and became content with
it just being me
Caused by my one true love leaving me
Because there was something else that they needed
Unfortunately that need was not me
Believe me I did not agree  
I have no trust left in me
Nor love to give from me
So my fear has become my reality
I am lying here in bed
With no one next to me
Of course I have the fly byes
But
No one that I can look deep into their eyes
No prize
Maybe I should try
But then why should I lie
I have never been able to forget
or forgive

My fear
Is really not being able to love
again
!!

At the first hello
I do not know
Is that when it starts to grow
Or
When you start to feel alone
When there is an empty space
When you cannot see the others face
When you stumble and fall
When you announce it to all
When you are away
When you decide to stay
When you kiss goodbye
When eyes meet eyes
When you know there are no lies
and
No one cries
When you both watch the sunrise
When there are no more goodbyes
Or
When there is no end
When two souls blend
When you do not pretend
Or
When they become your best friend
!!
Love begins

Looking at a blank screen
With a cigarette hanging from my mouth
As I inhale
I am hoping for the words
or a subject to write
Trying to keep it lite
Wanting something to trend
With words that will blend
Nothing about a girlfriend
Nothing about a boyfriend
Nothing that I would have to amend
Nothing that will offend
Something that everyone can comprehend
I don't think I should write about my wild weekend
or
My girlfriends tight end
I guess it will depend
If the words come
And
From where,
my dark side or my light side or my funny side
or my **** side, or my deep side , or from my romantic side
Maybe from my perverted side  
Poet's, how do we decide ?

Where do our words and  subjects come from??
We all have so many different sides

!!