“I could careless”
That’s what I say.
It is halfly true
Because priorities has dictated this
Searching for something else;
Perhaps; gold, fulfilment, happiness, riches...
Yes, success calls me.
But some days,
My heart is void
Like it needs to be filled; its necessity to be NOT alone
And when hearts fill the streets
I want to be held; even if it’s for a moment or two.
So why do I keep running?
Why am I scared to share all of the intimacy in me?
I know hurts terrify... the past taught me this
But maybe another reason might be valid?
So “I could care less” but
I still wait to meet one who would make me care and more
Or have I? They say you know when you do; I say that’s not true.