Why

It seems I've done it again, Shut it down before it started, My non-negotiables ensuring no man will suffice, For who could meet such expectations? When I closed my eyes at night I saw beautiful landscapes filled with color and life - so much so the paint danced on the canvas of my mind. Baby, you had breathed life into my dreams. Why then, Why could I not love you? Why could I not feel anything for you? Or for anyone since before? Perhaps I seek too much, Or perhaps I'm seeking too little, Or maybe everyone else expects too little of themselves. Either way, I'm on my own. On my own, but not lonely. My friends, family, acquaintances... I am not alone. Just on my own, and that's ok. Perhaps I'm too content on my own to be realistic about others. But why should I? I know what I want, what I need. Why shouldn't I seek that? I have me until I find it. And I have my circle of people. Why even want more?