I got into a relationship, my 1st relationship, when I was 14. SO, u can see it was pretty much like infatuation. But whatever i was feeling was true. I wanted to marry him, have kids and live together forever. And he was 8 years older to me. So I thought he was unlike those immature guys in my school who was after me. Sadly, after a year, I came to know about his reality crept under his veil. I was broken. And I cried like a kid. Well I too was a kid then.
Days passed and seriously, it didn't take me long enough to forget him now when I already started hating him. I cursed him for using me, getting physical with me and pretending so much. He already had another girlfriend and I was a BACKUP. I started flirting with boys and stopped being myself.
Years later when i was a lil more mature, I met a guy apparently different than the X. He was ugly but his personality and charm made me fall for him. He too showed interest in me. Months later, he went back to his hometown and everything zapped. He turned into someone like the rest. Ignorance, indifference, no calls followed with his departure. And i knew I was fooled again.
It's like a year I did not contact him but I still do miss him. I don't know if I still love him but yes, somewhere, he is there. Inside my heart.
Now, I wonder what can be the reason that it doesn't work out with anyone. People came and went. And I'm tired of waiting for The One.

I dont know if someone here could help me with this and I doubt.
I know there is a generation gap created in between me and my parents but the fights are increasing with greater intensity. For every single thing, we all are reacting in a repulsive manner. Nothin they say are acknowledged by me and same with them too.
I dont know what to do.

Abode of the babies, I am

Cosy and soft

Like that of their body-

Too tender to touch

Too frail to hold.

The first home to them, I am.

Protective and safe

Both rely – the mother and the child

For I’m too easy to swing

And the child too easy to be caged.

I’m the only world they know

And the ceiling, their only sky

As the mother hums and sings

They gaze at the white bounds

With sparkling little eyes.

Cry, the babies on my chest.

My sheets wound around them.

The mother then takes them by her arms

When calmed and asleep

They’re put back into me again.

Locked in the dark attic for ages

Revived when new lives sprout

I’m welcomed along with their little steps-

Cherished and embellished

And forgotten with the passage of time.