The Blood & The Bones

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Because of what they could not or chose not to give, as it had not been given to them, whether it was time or love or praise…

Because of this, I know I look for it in barren places. Places it must be scavenged for.. dug out from dark and depths and men wary of whatever could weaken them. Who only knew how to be halfway in.

Stoic, guarded, unavailable.
Men who would not be loved easily.

Sure to hurt me, in one way or another.

Any other love was not understood or welcomed. Not if I had not fought to deserve it. Not if I had not given away most of myself to earn it…. Only ever craving a love I went to war for.

And it’s been so many years now. I don’t think I can fix it… it’s so much a part of who I am that I don’t know how to change. For better or worse, I am a fighter for love not otherwise given. Here to love the damned and unforgiven. And what’s worse, what’s even more destructive is, I am not sure I want to be anything other than what I am.

the blood
& the bones