Comforting Loneliness

I feel profoundly alone.
while I stumble and moan.
do I make them look or let them see?
I fear they'll grow sick of my nature.
in turn I act out and seek my own rapture.
I'm good at love, yet fear being loved.
abandoned, dropped, quickly removed.
I wish to be accepted, and cared for.
they'll grow tired, I'm eventually a bore.
I've tried, I've loved and lost.
all my options of connection, I did my best to exhaust.
I guess I'm unfortunately blessed with solitude forever more