alas, alone again yet what does it matter?
for this has become routine.
this has become mundane.

in and out of this dance of love.
i switch partners with a putrid regularity.

shall i ever be with anyone for any time?
substancial enought to get attached for a reason?
or substantial enough to have any period of hapiness?

shall i always have a need for another?
if that is so then i fear.
i fear because i will be alone forever.
that is what shall happen.

love is a tabu for me.
i am destined to be alone.
alas, that is my fate.

tera, tera, tera.
i shall learn to live for myself.
learn to live alone.
after all i deserve it.

to hove momentary sections of intamacy,
then to move on without a second thought.
that is how i shall survive this.