I Have The Single Bad Because All I Want To Do Is Write Love Poetry For My Partner. Write Words On Their

I have the single bad because all I want to do is write love poetry for my partner. Write words on their skin. But none of that will happen.

Why is it the more I want a baby I can't afford, the more I find men attractive?

Sometimes I don't want to to imagine the ink as my blood. Sometimes I truly want to bleed.

Does no one understand the intimacy of sharing your writing? That there are parts of me in my writing that I might not be aware of.

Wish I had someone to read to.

I miss having an intelligent conversation with someone. It makes me feel less alone.