The Educated Single

I've mastered the art of being alone.

Love is a step into foreign soil, and

Relationships equate to consistent turmoil.

Your very touch hurts,

But your absence is murderous.

Yet, and still, you rush in.

No restraint.

Floods upon floods of affection.

I don't understand.

I'm lethal. My words spit venom.

My very touch issues electrical executions,

But you continue to come closer..closer..closer.

I DON'T WANT YOU!....I need you.

GET AWAY FROM ME!...Come closer.

I HATE YOU!...I.....I love you.

It even burns to come out.

I don't know anything past this selfish way of love.

Me, myself, and I.

With no space for anyone else.

But you continually barge in..No permission, but access granted by force.

No key. You destroyed the lock.

No need to knock. You destroyed the door.

I'll never understand how or why it works this way.

Even my degrees..

These small measures of information aren't enough to counteract what you've done.

Doctorate in being single, turned to a masters of mingle, dumbed down to a bachelors of "What is that tingle?" to an uneducated declaration of "I am in LOVE."

Signed,

An ignorant lover.