I Am A Believer Always Wanting To Believe In The Good In People In Something Bigger That Promises Made

Collected

You collect hearts    the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love    you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear    to admire the way they admire you Then back on display    until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case,    dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies,    stolen by the heart collector

I know you love my tits, but can you love the heart beneath?

I wonder if you wonder what I wonder

There is more than one path to being a Good Human Being™

“I thought you loved me.” She said, questioningly

“I do.” He sighed

“Bullshit.” She said, her anger snapping. “This isn’t love, to pick and choose when it’s convenient for you. I’ve been there for you no matter what and where have you been when I needed you most?”