Gift

I think it's funny that you can give yourself to someone... and they don't want it.
Love isn't like some crappy gift, in a box with ribbons.
It's something you feel. And it almost means more than those physical gifts.
You can give it... You can feel it... You just can't hold it. Touch it
Know for sure it's there...

When you don't know what you have, it's hard to move from where you are.
It's hard to love without fear, when you don't know if that love will be accepted.
Because if it's not, then what do you do? You've given so much of yourself. Only to find that the receiver didn't want it in the first place. Then you're lost. With nothing.
Up the river without a paddle?
I believe that's the phrase.

I definitely made that mistake.
Giving something, to someone.
It's not that they didn't want it... Just that I suppose it got old.
We always have to have the next best thing.
I guess the best thing wasn't me.

It's probably a bit pathetic that my first few blogs on this site have been mopey and ridiculous. For that I apologize.
But it's what's on my mind.
Among other things.
But thanks for reading...

~Cheers