I guess I finally realized, everything became so clear, that everything I want in life, is everything I fear every tear I've cried because I was alone is a tear cried in vain because I rather be alone but that’s not the truth more or less sort of speak it’s just the thought of true love makes my knees go weak to love someone, that's all I wanted to do the problem is him loving me back and being true how many wrongs do I have to endure before I find one who’s right, who’s needed, who’s pure, Pure with his mind, his heart, and his soul gifted with the ability to make my broken heart whole how many nights must I crawl into bed with the same fantasies and nightmares flashing in my head to have a lifetime of happiness or one full of regret to forgive the betrayal but the pain never to forget to struggle between self-awareness and self-doubt battling with the idea of what love is truly about trying to knock down obstacles standing in my way trying to avoid evil that may lead me astray laughing and crying the same exact tears because everything I want in life is everything I fear.