I am poor.
I have no job.
I have no money.
I am just an Art Student.

I’m terribly lonely.

I long for a partner,
whom I can share intimate facets of my reality.

I long for someone
who can help untap my potential and ground me.

Someone to teach me and love me.

I know my vagabond lifestyle leaves no room for this.
I would never be able to do her justice.
I can be terribly selfish.
I do not expect anyone can go toe-to-toe with me.

Thus, I pay these harpies no mind when they give me those hint-of-love eyes.

Most of all,
I have yet to meet the right person.
I have met ones who are close to perfection but off in some way.
I do dearly want to settle, but I can’t.
I can’t handle these random sexual encounters, like my men do.

I’m just into intimacy and love.

One day, I hope to find a suitable partner.
These girls about me don’t even know how to facilitate me.
Yet I let them get too close anyway.

My friends don’t understand me.

How can I deny primality and have such picky fortitude?

I am different.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.