Unloveable

Sometimes I fear that I can’t be loved

Or seen

Or believed to be enough.

As the years have passed I’ve heard “oh you’re so great, you’re so kind, anyone would be lucky to have you”.

Yet here I am another year, with enough knots around my belt to know the difference.

That fun and love have two different viewpoints and end results.

How does it happen, that I man I loved once couldn’t give me the closure a one time benefits dude, gave me.

“It would be unfair for you” and “in the end isn’t it better for the long run”?

I’ve said it time and again, love is pointless; those that say they love you one day sometimes take it back, they say “I don’t feel it anymore”.

So why then, does it hurt more in the end?