The story of an individual with no one else to love:
Whoever said love was happy.
Whoever said love was sad.
It's disastrous and destructive,
But its beautiful and healing.
Whoever said love was easy.
Whoever said love was rough.
It'll make you feel elated,
Even while falling from above.
Its magnificent.
It's malificent.
Dark and light,
Amalgam into one.
But
Whoever said love was to be shared.
Whoever said love isn't selfish.
Whoever said love isn't lonely.
Whoever said love doesn't pain.
It pains,
To not share love,
To love only yourself, selfishly,
Alone.
