10/11/18
I'm falling in love
with the idea of love
and I don't even know
what falling in love means:
To love someone unconditionally?
To ignore the flaws and accept the mistakes?
My expectations are still too high
but are slowly being buried low
under this fire that is consuming me,
telling me, if I don't find that right person
I'll be unable to breathe.
I can't do this life alone.
I'm homesick for a home
that I've never stepped foot in,
a pillow I've never laid my head on,
and I can't envision its ceiling or its walls;
nor will I see them until I cross the line of no return.
Will I miss Earth?
It's flaws are my addictions
which call me its slave.
My expectations are still too low,
but grow higher with each disappointment,
every moment of pain,
and of boredom,
when I know my heart is left unfulfilled.
I will breathe better once I don't breathe at all.
But for now, I am stuck here.
And I can't bear this misery alone.
"Then the LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper (partner) who is just right for him." - Genesis 2:18
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