Within my state of solitude, I realise...I am lonely.
Nobody loves me because they want to,
Nobody cares for me because they want to,
Nobody kisses me because they want to...
My years are wasting away and I worried that I will never find him, he who holds the key to my devotion and to my heart. Others say I have a warm heart, but my heart is like a fireplace, and he is the flame. The wood is the devotion and keeps the love burning.
All the media says is "one true love" this and "eternal partner" that, but honestly, I worry if I will ever find my flame.
The loveless do not understand the love, yet how can we crave such an emotion we can not understand. It's like a curse, engulfing our lives until...nothing. Nothing but loneliness and an unused fireplace.
Just a little spark, that's all I desire, just to set off the heart of the fire. It's not fair that fairy tales aren't true, why can't we all have a happy ending... Why must the unlucky ones wander alone until the very end of time wishing to bump into another misguided soul to share this emotion us mortals call "love"?
How can we define the idea of love anyway? It's a stupid concept...yet...we all fall into its luxury web.... If only it were an idea, a hypothesis, but the people who would agree would be those experiencing this feeling.
When will I become a believer in this absurd theorem? How will I stumble upon this conclusion? Will it be permanent? Or will I have to pick up the pieces of a smashed heart and prepare to spend every waking hour of everyday to glue it together piece by piece? And would the cracks show? Will I be scared of the flame when confronted with it and run? Or will the flame grasp me tightly and say "it's okay...I love you..."? All I can say is that this concept is confusing and annoying, yet it is the only reason I get out of bed in the morning....
