It's not that I don't want love
But that love doesn't necessarily want me.
I seek a love that does not exist
One in which happiness is a destination
And dejection is an old legend.
What I want love to be is not what it is
I want love to be a fairytale with a happy ending
But love always reminds me happiness is
Just a feeling
I try to keep that in mind
Because love will make you fall
And leave no one to catch you.
But what I find the most intriguing about love
Is it's ability to make you crash
Or fall for an eternity.
It is the most unpredictable
And obvious all at once
And it still can't satisfy me
Or is it that I do not satisfy love?
I ask myself if love is a friend
If it creeps by to lift me
Or if it is a foe
If it comes by to tease me.
I've always had so much love to give
That I never kept enough for myself,
Or is that love had had enough of myself?
Love visits me in daydreams and poetry
Shows me what to expect
But my expectations are higher
So the drop from disappointment
Breaks my bones
And completely
shatters my heart.
And it's not that I do not want love
But that love doesn't necessarily want me.
-A.a
