Unable To Love Me

As much as I want to feel loved,

I don’t think I am lovable.

I fall too fast and always, always end up

Laying on the concrete with

Blood in my hair.

I have flaws, everyone does, but I’m always

Afraid that you won’t love me, not the way

I need you too. I’m terrified, like a cat in a

Thunderstorm, that someone will

Put up with me for a while

Then leave.

And I’ll be left to wash the rust out of my

Hair and wipe the black and grey from under

My eyes.