Seeking Poem by Infinite Flowercloud

I don't know what is what
He speaks of love
But I only detect lust

Sure there are women that you could turn to because of proximity

But maybe they don't provide the allure I do...
Maybe this is just a foolish conquest of a traumatized young black women looking for some sort of genuinety...


Validation...
Comfort...

After spending these early adult years alone

So I rack my brain observing both sides and I come up with no definite conclusion

So then I write. Vent. And consumed in uncertainty for my heart's welfare.