Maybe That Is Why

Maybe that is why I’ve been having such a hard time.
Feelings of rejection by an entire world I often despise,
Yet,
Love with all of my heart no matter how much I cry.
I need someone to hug,
But,
I’m just not loved enough.
What does one do when in need of the human touch,
While labeled unworthy of it all because you’ve been down on your last buck?
Why is love so conditional for me as a man who is not a sham,
Pura in the sense that I accept flaws part of who I am while I crush buds,
In the name of everyone who promised they would be there!
Regardless of whatever problem rising ahead of us?
Because,
Here I am!
Stuck…
To a page that will never hug back as much as I ask it to…