In my experience, and in a world where narrow-mindedness
holds power, nothing beats being in love; nothing beats being in love with
another man and nothing beats getting hurt by another man.
So many of us find sanctuary in love while this remains
the scariest territory for some. It is in love that I cry, despite being duped
to believe positivity is supreme. From my face, I have wiped tears of joy and I
have cleared my dotted cheeks tears of sorrow. At present, I still live to
believe love is the only reason I willing step out of bed to pursue obligations.
I grew up meticulously loved. I grew up around love. I
grew up with love. Yet, love remain one phenomenon I struggle to comprehend. As
such, I respect love and I’m shit scared of falling in love; that time my past –
and the various bedrooms I have walked in – betray this fear. Hard.
Take me back to when I was inexperienced and immature, I
utter these words each time I am hurt by another man. Yet, I look around and
apparently something in me continues to entice the same species I intend to escape.
I cannot continue from here…
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