this is driving me out of my mind? why is life so unfair? why is it every man i meet either married, only wants one thing or is looking for a man just like me? why can’t i find someone to love? i know i’m cute. i know i can cook. and the lovin’, man i’ve got so much good lovin’ to give that its running out of my ears and every other orifice i posses. but these feelings? what do i do with them? what do i do with a heart that is so full of love that it is rotting, decaying; plagued by loneliness. what do i do with the focus of my mind that is bounced from sidewalk, to alley, to the brother at the next desk over ‘cause it cannot isolate and fixate on mr. right? where the hell is he? what do i do with breasts that desire a touch and hair that desires a tug and love that desires love. yes! in all the right places. what do i do with these feelings? what do i do with my love?