Is it really companionship I want?
When I start to sit and
contemplate what a relationship
entails, I feel myself lilt.
Being responsible for my own
emotional well-being can be overbearing at times;
watching over another’s could be too much.
Is this the male cowardice we hear so much about?
Unable to commit, worrying
about things that
haven’t even happened?
Why do I continue this fruitless
endeavor? If I really met my
“dream woman”, would I have to courage?
Or would I simply sit and sulk,
masochistic in my love of loneliness;
forever trapped in this cycle of spiraling.
Yet I ask for a chance
as if I would even take it.
by Erik Shinker