"someone to adore"

There is a long list of women who have made me this way. 

I have a great sense of humor that I am susceptible to. 

How dare you love me so bold. When will the struggle be old? 

When is enough, enough?
What is it in me to say, go?

I feel the cracks widen in this dark and damaged man 

and I dare you to love me.

Maybe it's the rain

Maybe it's the sun

Maybe it's the car that needs gasoline

Maybe it's the Monday morning as the cream 

goes sour or the next time we meet again 

that keeps me here.

I dare you to bleed on my simple soul

with your vibrant kiss.