Bait.

I throw out my heart on a line but I always find that I’m not catching anything, or that nothing’s biting the way I like to be bitten or just nibbled on. It’s not the usual bait I use — like when I was younger, it was all candy and cupcakes or coloring books and crayons and when I got older, it was all subtle sexuality and acting coy, secret admirer letters, and quiet yearning for more, but the reality is that never gets them hooked the way you want them to be hooked on you, the you behind all of that, the heart of the matter, the amount of love you have to give. I guess in the end all I could really do is just keep waiting and hoping that one day the right one will come along and I’ll never have to go fishing ever again. x