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Love is pain.
No matter if you are loved back or not, you won't escape the ache.
The more you love the more you break, to the point that sometimes it makes me wonder, if love is a good thing to begin with.
The ones who love you will try to cut your edges and mould you to fit the things they see you as, and the ones that don't love you but you love, will make you want to cut those edges with your own two hands, wishing to have a chance to be loved back.
Love sounds crueler the more I feel it yet we as humans are linked to love in an essential way. Were we made to be tortured in this bittersweet way or is it that humans have just grown to become incapable of loving in a way that's not painful?
I am not sure but I know one thing for sure. The more I will love you the more I will be tormenting myself. Yet even though I am aware, I can't order my heart to change its course.
It's still just you, only you. The one that will love anyone but me while my soul is set on you and no one else.
Feeling for you feels like a divine punishment for a crime I have yet to know I have committed, not because I know that I can never have you, but because I know even if I had you, you wouldn't be able to love me.
My emotions are too strong, too much, too selfless and real for you to ever match them. I can give so much, you could never be able to even keep count. I could love you in such a way, you would never even think that it existed.
My feelings will never be returned not simply because they are directed at you, but simply because once more, my heart is too much for this world of superficial flitting bonds.
I am a one-sided entity, breathing the wrong air, living among the wrong humans. A heart standing among vampires. A soul that is existing among soulless beings.
Able to love and hence able to live in ache.
Dreaming of becoming like the rest so I too, can find some peace.
Dreaming to fit in the world, in hopes of my one-sided love with life, disappearing.
Wishing to love others how they deserve and not with all the power my heart can love.
Trying to be less, feel less, so I can see a day, that being alive, won't make me think of death.
A day lived free from the chains of my one-sided love with love itself.
