Your mind can never sense that the one you fall in love with might not even be real, one-sided love.

The harsh reality of writing stories, writing things you always want but can never have

Why must love be but a curse? Bask in my loneliness.

Must love be so far away? Or is it closer than I think?

Love must torment my feelings giving me nothing, but what I must crave is what I fight for. 

What is to be lost of my broken heart? Must everything be is cruel?

If only there was just anybody, who would be the savior and piece it back together.

Of these cruel times must I rest and daydream.