Love
What about it?
Why humans love this word so much?
What can it possibly mean?
Does it mean to be with someone?
For the rest of their lives?
Or to be able to hold their hand
When walking through the street?
Or to kiss them so tenderly
To show affection?
Or to hug them
When their down?
Or to call them
To tell you about your feelings?
Or to always be there for you?
I have no such feelings.
There's not one person in the world that could love me.
Only one person said he could like me, but he likes someone else.
That's when I realized I only fell into Lust's hands again
Like the many other times I thought someone could like me
All lies
All pointless lies
All things that I should never get myself into
Not ever again
Will I ever experience this thing called love?
Only fate will tell me
If I do, then I might be happy
And be able to live on
With that special someone
If I don't then I'll continue
Continue to live through this pain
The pain that shows that no one
No one could ever love me