Drowning myself in a bottle of gin. Trying to wipe away the sadness within. So exhausted for seeking a partner to share..
Sure meaningless sex is easy, so is meeting men, but to find a keeper is rare. I feel like my bones are bare, my smile has a longing stare.
I’ve learned to love myself but somehow it isn’t enough. I want a TRUE partner!! Does this make me: Needy? Greedy? Or????
Now I don’t think this is too much to ask, But it’s one hell of a task!
I believe they’re good men out there, I refuse to not. As I’m a good woman who can give a lot. I guess it may be true we kiss a lot of frogs til one hits the spot!