I am all loved out.
Not that I have loved too much, just that I have taken all the good from me and left nothing for anyone to love.
I have neglected what love means, and my vision of it has been skewed in a way that makes me now cringe.
Lately I have wondered if I will find love, or if love will ever return from the darkness I chased it into years ago.
It's not so much that I am upset because I can't find someone to love...
as it is the fact that I don't think I deserve to have someone else's love.