"True" Love

I was once told that I don't know how to truly love. 
I think it's true.

I know how to lust, want and desire...
and it burns like wildfire.

But to love someone to their face only lasts so long for me.
once I get my hands on it
"love" fades quicker than a rose in winter you see. 

The passion I constantly crave becomes a game.
After the first time, skin never feels the same. 

The first sign is the distance,
resistance,
And the lack of conversation after saying everything in existence.

Then I get angry and run away.
I prey and stray.

Was it the abuse? 
Or is it just misuse.

I mean, beyond a combination of pheromones and hormones 
that tell us how to feel, there is no "real".
So I steal words from someone else's lips, 
waiting for someone else to slip. 


Or is it that I truly do love ...
Did love?
And knew that it would never be truly returned to me?

No guarantee?

No warranty?

No...just frailty. 

Guilty. 

Of having truly loved once.