Stuck on Solo

So many months and some change, here I remain stuck on solo. Not always alone though, it sometimes feels that way. I must say I've been in neutral gear for some time, not rushing mines just avoiding grime, thinking through my boxed wine, it was just time for me to unwind. Reassess myself and my love life's grind... into the ground. I look around and all I see is..me. Hustle, hustle, rarely pause to breath, let alone allow another emotion to tie down my ease. Doing me in all facades and degrees, albeit soulfully fulfilling, my left hand still lingers free and I think I may finally want someone whos willing... to hold it. With his hands join my future and help me mold it. Be my everything when nothing is enough. Never coddling me too much - see, he knows I like it rough. Console my soul with his relentless heart- he is and always will be a great man, with me right by his side as his number 1 fan. Believe in me when Im my biggest hater -push me toward 'greatness' and I'll escort you to 'greater'.  Collect my tears when the grind is too much, dust off my shoulders, tell me to fuck the small stuff and all the while hold my heart in his cuff. He is solely meant for me and no one else; Lord knows I've never been one to share. Still, he cares like I care. Giving of himself when there is little left to spare; he is epic and boundless in all that he desires and as exhausting as this may be when I need anything, he is my supplier. Kisses and hugs, embraces and love...Im waiting for him with my breath held, bottled up. He is sure to leave me breathless. He who is him is unknown at this minute, but being stuck on solo, perhaps I should make room in my present for him it it.