Of Love

1. I watched as one after another, he plays his tricks, observing as always, wrily wondering whether any of the flowers that he courts meant a whit to him. I wonder, as she smiled her sweetest smile, and he appreciates another small victory, that they knew that they are replaced, one after another, as the wheels of time turned endlessly and I stayed. I shook my head in trepidation, wishing one kickass woman would teach him a lesson, and returned to my conversation, rolling my eyes mentally, thinking 'Men as friends are true, but as lovers they are intolerably untrustworthy'.
2. And my homies wonder why I remained single?
   
3. Another one, another day, my tongue dry against my teeth, my lips unmoving. What am I supposed to say? He who I last loved shriveled my heart dry of any longing for those kind of feelings from men, forever sealing my emotions to indifference. For fear of separation, I dare not initiate, a coward you may call me, but at least one with an eased heart. I live for the love of my family and friends, nothing more, nothing less.
   
4. And I find joy in giving what little there is left in me. It is enough, for now.