Frustrating Lover

Love can be so fucking frustrating at times I swear. It’s like a never ending cycle that I can’t escape. I’m up and then I’m down, I’m down and then I’m up, It’s just frustrating. Frustrating as FUCK. It’s frustrating when you want to love someone but can’t. It’s frustrating when you wake up and she’s the first person you think about or when you go to sleep and she’s the last person you think about, then dream about, only to wake up and have her on your mind as soon as the eyes see peaks of daylight.
It’s some real frustrating poetic based love shit. It’s FRUSTRATING to want to be the one to make her smile and it’s frustrating when her very existence is the reason you want to love. Without her love is dead, without her love is a fairy tale notion. LOVE, four letters but frustrating as fuck. Shit-fucker-fuck! hear the frustration? No. Oh OK cool. I mean is it suppose to be frustrating? love isn’t suppose to be so happy go lucky, right? Now that I think about it, I rather a frustrating love over a squeaky ”I love you boo boo holding hands on the first date sharing the same milk shake I love you after the first month” kind of love. That’s GROSS!!!! But I don’t want to be frustrated, I want to be happy in love and I want to make mistakes in love only to work it out and be more in love. I want to be her love, I want our love and create new loves. Fucking frustrations. I want a love that the gods envy, I want a love that people see and say “i want that love”. I’m not perfect, shit neither is she, but its those imperfections that make this love perfection and makes dealing with these frustrations worth it. Am I frustrated with love? You damn right! but if it’s her bringing me these frustrations its a sweet bliss I can deal with. You frustrating fucking lover…..I love you.

Tommy B.

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The Intro to Love..

 Love is one of the most simple yet complex feelings, emotions, and acts a human can entertain in this life. So many people think they know what it means to truly love when in fact, I don’t believe any of us ever will. Our own perceptions of what love is and supposed to be, drives us to entertain the notion of a perfect, everlasting, and unconditional love. We long for that fairy tale ending, for that perfect someone to make our lives that perfect love story. Falling in love is easy, but staying in love seems to be the hardest task we face when considering the possibilities. Relationships and love, love and relationships, they go hand and hand. Throughout my life I’ve encountered different types of women, and through my encounters one thing was constant in all cases where love was felt, acted upon, and present; all of the women wanted to be loved the same way, no matter how different they were in race, attitude, age, etc. It’s funny because you can ask any woman what the biggest fault men have when it comes to women, and 99% of them will tell you that “men just don’t understand us”. The question is, are we supposed to? To what extent are men supposed to understand a woman? To what measures should a man go in order to ensure all aspects of a woman he is involved with is understood? These are questions I constantly ask as I myself take on the grueling task of trying to figure out the complex, seeming to always change, and greatness that is the woman.

For as long as I could remember, growing up I always had this unique attraction to women. I mean, I’m supposed to, I am a man, that’s normal, but my attraction to women was deeper than just that of the their physical being, I wanted to learn and know everything possible I could about women. To me, they were like goddesses an unheard secret, unexplored territory I wanted to take my chances with. Their minds, their bodies, their souls, their hearts, I wanted to know about it all. Being raised by all women, my appreciation for females far surpassed any of the kids I grew up with. In high school I could remember sitting at the lunch table and just listening to how the girls spoke, how they reacted to situations. Then I would go home and analyze all of the things I heard from the day. Fascinating, the best way to describe my disbelief whenever I came to a conclusion about an aspect of the woman that the normal man wouldn’t quiet understand. It was like my own secret top mission that no one knew of beside me and the desires of my spirit to finally unlock the complicated combinations to a woman’s heart. Men would say women are confusing, stubborn, and maybe even mentally crazy, but I would disagree. Women are really quiet simple if a man takes the time that’s needed to really understand the ways, thoughts, and actions of her being. If what he really feels for her has any indication of love, it’s a task that any man should be willing and wanting to take on.

As a man, I’m still learning the ways I should love and view women according to my own personal experiences and style of loving; I don’t have all the answers, but my insight and brief understanding of women pertaining to relationships is something I’m willing to share to help out fellow men. This blog isn’t to preach to you, nor is it to force my views and beliefs of women or relationships upon you, rather it is my output of my thoughts on these topics into the universe hoping that when someone reads it, it will resonate and change the views of men who need a little guidance.

welcome,

Tommy B.