I stared in to your eyes hoping that what I was looking into was far more deep than the puddle I began to create with my tears.  Fighting with myself because love sees you as a seriously wounded soldier from a past battle that needs a few kisses and a lot of love to mend.  Love viewed you as this person of depth, understanding, loving, and loyal individual that could not be confirmed because my mind new the real person you were.  You thrive on sex to compensate for the fact that you don’t actually know how to go to a deeper level.  Which frustrates you because you are a person who doesn’t contain those things that make you feel things, emotions.  But in fact you do because when you fill the head of a female you intend on laying down and inserting your moral-less manhood inside her, with thoughts if maybe actually caring about her…you truly do.  You truly feel those emotions of care towards a lady that you simply want to bone and properly take home, because when she’s gone and chooses not to take on the responsibility of being “that girl” for just that night…you grab a net and start to catch feelings.  Your life thrives on sex because thats the only thing you can seem to conquer, and because you can rule a bed with a drunken girl does not confirm you a rule a thing.  But what I can confirm is I was that girl who believed you cared, I was that lady that you properly boned and drove home, I was that girl who looked at you and saw a genuinely nice guy and then realized you’ll never in a million years let another see what you truly feel because you fear your own damn feelings sir and fear will forever rule you. 

My heart was trying to find a new home for years but it couldn’t because it built a home of unconditional love in your heart