dreamt thoughts

Stories of Love

i've never been able to describe it.
i'm struggling to write about it now,
my mind can wrap around the idea of love.
it's too complex for any human to understand.
even the ones who experience it.
There's so many different types of love.
It scares me, so much.
i lay awake at night and think about it.
dream about all the possibility's.
you learn a lot from love.
some grow wiser while others don't.
some just wither away until there's nothing left of them, until they're just a hollow shell that was once a person.
They'll never feel fully whole again and their heart will be empty; shatter inside their chest into tiny little fragments puncturing the tissue and bleeding them out.
Some become greater people.
they climb the ladder of success and thank the person that help them get there.
their life is full of fulfilment and full of no regrets.
they're elated, embracing life like an old friend.
Then there are those who will never experience true love.
their heart will just be mundane throughout their life.
constantly going through lonesome town and not giving a shit.
they secretly crave the love others have but won't show it.
they always wanted love, no matter the price or sacrifice.
all they want is to be needed and held by that one person who fully understands them.
but alas, no.
they will forever be alone, wilting like a dead flower.
slowly loosing its petals and eventually falling.