Fuck you writers block.

After 2 months of writers block at last my words are free today! And I have you to thank. I realize that every man that I have feelings for some how disappoints me. Today it was you. The more I think about it the more I understand that I am only able to free my words if I am provoked or if I have some strange story to say that somehow causes me pain. Its been almost 2 years since you first contacted me and I can't say that any thing has really happened except well, I have had 1 serious relationship somewhat and I have dated a few people none of which have been you. I don't know why I am surprised. At the end of the day, I still feel like I have this dark little Groover cloud over me- and it is there to remind me that I can only really create out of misery. Perhaps this is why I am the eternal perpetual hopeless romantic. Now you are ready for fun and free after the release of your glorified roommate head lock and there you are so fun to look at, so sweet tasting, so clever and charming, so available, so close and yet so far far away from my reality. Really just, Me- #him.