Europa's Space Of Poetry

I won’t let him go, yet he refuses to confess his love for me – this is getting old.

Loving this man significantly that I am worried I’ve been doing this all wrong; At least I’ve upgraded to, “I miss you’s”, after a year, yep, you can put that in a song.

Even the birds outside decided to no longer watch from the power lines; this is no longer unconditional, this is hurting more than my pride!

It’s weird, and I’m a bit confused. I don’t know if you want to be here, or if you want to make me feel used, then disappear.

I’ve made it real clear I don’t allow adolescence when I’m dealing with adult conjunctions; I’m a woman who demands competence, and love that actually function!