Self Love

See I,

Ive never been one for love

I’m much more of a free spirit

Sort of like a dove

Feelings? I’m not with it

Use them, say whatever it takes to get my way

It was the life of a savage, but I was proud of my resume

Never caring who I hurt, all the while leaving them with baggage

Let the next fool unpack all the hurt and sadness

See the older, I get, the less proud that I am

I stand tall like a boulder, but am I really just a weak man?

All the while running around with my boys

Playing with these women like they are toys

And what do little boys when they play?

They break things

All these beautiful birds

I’m responsible for so many broken wings

The natural question is, am I a hopeless case?

Should I just give up on ever winning the love race?

BUT...

BUT then she entered the room. Like a color that I’ve never seen before

A woman so graceful any man can adore

She’s patient, she’s kind and most importantly she’s only mine.

See here’s what I didn’t tell you from above

The woman I’ve been running from, her name is self love.

A Theory of the Universe