I don’t know anymore how I came up with this title.
It felt to me a proper story.
I had to think of a poor man’s love, not thinking about someone in specific.
It was more in general.
About a poor man I once met, there has been many.
Poor in the sense of having not so much money to start with, because that is a form of poverty we know.
However to me it doesn’t mean if you don’t have much money you are poor.
For me it is how you are handling it.
You can have a lot of money and spend it like water.
In the sense of being careless , which sounds poor to me.
I don’t think I have met this kind of man, however I am also not interested in such a person.
I have met some who were poor in their mind.
Believing they were someone they weren’t or just keeping up a form of identity not to take responsibility for themselves.
Poor to me, perhaps even sad just a little.
Not having any self esteem or any awareness about themselves or surroundings.
Having a lack of attention to the things needing to be done or just in general having no clue what to do. Handling any kind of situation, walking away pretending nothing happened.
Perhaps that isn’t really poor, but I consider it the same category.
Poor in the way of talking, I am not even speaking about communicating.
They had no idea what they were saying or what it was they were telling.
It made me feel stupid to be around these people, although I wasn’t and I am not.
Perhaps it is just a representation of who they are and it is coming through to me.
I guess, an answer for myself there.
Some were showing all their glitters, to think this is something I would fall for, let alone be interested in.
Buying me champagne on the first date as an example.
It is a true story.
I don’t know where this person came up with that idea.
Till this day it is a mystery to me.
It made me wonder why this happened, not an invitation to know.
I guess it comes from girls and women out there accepting this kind of behavior.
It sounds a bit stupid to me.
Childish and foolish even.
Then there were those men, they couldn’t have control.
In any sense.
No control over me, which basically said they didn’t have control over themselves.
Unsafe I felt, they scared me a lot.
That feeling it was giving me from the inside.
Horrific to feel.
I don’t really think it is poor, perhaps even lower, but let’s not go there.
Other men I have met wanting all at once or as fast as possible.
A bit greedy, is how it came across to me.
It was quite unattractive I have to say.
Just showing another form of poor man’s love unknown to me.
To me, all those examples I have come across on this journey of love.
It doesn’t say anything about me or where I am coming from.
Just some men I have met this far.
Laying ground for other forms of men out there.
I am just a collector of love rarities.
However it is not just that.
I am sharing discoveries of what I have seen around me, until this moment of my life.
I call it my journey of love.
Not to say I have been with some of those.
Perhaps they wanted to, I honestly don’t know.
What I mean is, I have seen this kind of man.
Many forms of them I considered, able to abstract, transmuting in this story.
About a poor man’s love, or just the title of the story.
I don’t know exactly what kind of love this truly is.
Just something out there.
For me to share with the world around me, I believe I should be doing.
What I have learned is we get what we deserve.
So, let’s see what that is.
But if it says something about me, like I believe it says something about these kinds of men.
Poor the way I have been describing and explaining.
I believe I have a certain identity which is not meeting a poor man’s love.
I am far from poor, let me say it like this, since I am able to see the world through this kind of lens.
Even when I don’t know that love part of the poor man I think is out there.
I believe it just sounds nicer as this title than to say the poor man I have met or the explanation as such.
Whatever that truly means, I don’t know.
I was just being a little bit philosophical there.
But you get what I am saying, because you deserve to know what is out there.
To make you understand about a poor man’s love.
Where you can base your choice on if you want to be with such a person or to refrain from that kind and find a love suiting you best.
Even if that is a poor man’s love, since we shouldn’t exclude this type.
I mean, if you choose to be with this kind of person I am more than happy for you.
For you to know nobody can say what you should or shouldn’t do.
Please don’t ever base your choice on what someone is telling you.
On any topic, not just love.
I just go with what I find and share it with the world as I know.
Because keeping it to myself, takes out the fun and the world is just nicer when we can laugh together about some foolishness.
Shared joy is double joy is how they call this.
As for a poor man’s love.
I honestly have no words anymore.
Used them all, which is perhaps the last thing I can say about this kind of person.
For me to continue on this road of what more.
If it happens to be some other than a poor man, I will let you know for sure.