Speaking Out On Love

I wish to speak words of love
But, they elude me as some people I would like to call a friend.
I have a limited vocabulary when it comes to speaking of love.
These words that I know have me feel more like stranger
But, to who may I can I call a friend when no one helps me out?
Some help me by making me tell those who I loved more like cheap prostitutes
But, others want me to give up on them as easy as those had given up on me earlier.
My past lovers may have wanted me to speak of their love to them
But, they chose to take the Heinesburg express to elude me.
They made me become more like a stalker as to being a friend
Or, they want me to become something worst like their own personal nightmare.
I could point them out
But, they might only state that they were only being friendly to me.
How can I speak of love,
When a few of them make it feel a one-night stand was their test?
I could appear silent as they are about our love
But, they would choose another to make their bed warm by reporting on my folly.