#datingcycles
He came clashing into my life.
With a crinkle in his eye, cursing like a sailor,
I hadn't met anyone quite like him.
So carefree, so unapologetic.
He took me out of my carefully crafted box,
burned all my inhibitions,
told me I was perfectly me,
and then tossed me aside like a toy he didn't want to play with.
Why do I always seem to want the men
who have never ventured to know the real me?
Begging them to accept me,
wanting them to stay.
However, my prophecy is that every man leaves.
Is it a curse or a blessing?
Am I saving my heart from a gruesome fate?
Or am I ripping myself apart, bit by bit?
Will I find a man who sees right through me?
Will I find a man who chooses to cherish me rather than upend my life?
Will I ever get to change my prophecy?
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC