insatiable.

i know who i am.

and i know what i want.

i need to satisfy this hunger.

and yes, my expectations are high.

love spoiled.

yes, he has me love spoiled.

great expectations.

learning.

growing.

progressing.

i admit, for reasons unknown, i'm terrified - of committing myself to anything.

because what if, i find something better.

i don't want to make the same mistakes twice.

& sometimes, i don't trust myself.

i don't trust that life will go my way...

i know, it's what makes life... colorful.

but i will always have my moments....

where i'm stuck in my head.

and i just need you....

to hold my hand.

history.

it's stupid.

you're always willing to repeatedly give your heart

to the first one to wound your heart.

and let history repeat itself.

and it's not even that you're in love.

because you're just looking for answers.

"why, oh why

was our love unrequited?"

as they keep you around for the comfort of knowing...

they will always be loved by you.