I loved her fiercely..

I loved her fiercely... A line I am thinking about from the ending of For Colored Girls. I wish there was a man who loved me... really and fiercely. I know, plenty of people love me. God loves me and so does Jesus. My mom loves me, and my dad, and my sister and brother... But I mean a romantic kind of love... Not obligatory or heavenly... but a lover's love.

What am I doing? Why am I waiting? Everything is yours to be taken, including me. I have been taken- in so many ways.

All I want is to want nothing. Not you. Not us. Not an answer. Nothing. I am so tired. I am so tired I can't cry. No more left inside me. So tired.