I am laying in bed wondering why you couldn't just love me the way I love you, wondering why you can't see a future for us, wondering why I wasn't enough.

I have so much love to give and kindness, I only hit you with kisses and hugs. I only screamed I love you so all could hear. I only threw my affection at you.

I always think I'm careful of who I let in, but again and again only the cruel get in. I no longer think I can be loved. I think my soul is here only to be scrubbed.
© A. Thomas