Who am I to be deserving of such intense emotion?
But I can't imagine who else I would be
I wouldn't trade anything about myself because it gives me the perspective I deserve
Humble and cautious; unabashedly me
the slight differences that could be, would be
A butterfly effect
A small subtlety
and an entire different self

But what I desire is what others can give me
Attention and affection is what makes me feel good,
what makes anyone feel good.
I don't deserve it more
than anyone else
But I may want it more
Or else I'll find it in inhuman devices
where the devil himself has taken part
Luring me into things one should not rely
but I can't sleep without him
and he understands his hold.
The idea of commitment entices me,
one person to love me for the rest of my days
But what else? Whom else?
Love is freedom and flowers and chocolate cake
And I can't eat it and expect it to be there the next day.