|What It Is To Feel Like Love Does Not Exist
Author: TheBrokenWanderer PM
i guess the title's pretty self-explanatory...just R&R...ir's imperative to my existence, as i've stated many times before...AHEM...i really mean it this time...Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 334 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-26-05 - id: 1949044
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Until a few weeks ago,
had never had one to call my own
and that one turned on me and
That's what I have come
to call familiar.
In this country
it is so hard
for one of one sex
to find one of the same sex, and make it work.
In public the stares make it hard to breathe,
knowing that at any
second I could be beat down for what I believe.
who makes it this way?
We all do.
Every soul that lives and breathes is an accomplice in this twisted game.
Some are passive
and some are aggressive
but all play.
I cry at night sometimes
looking at the moon and the stars
wondering how their brilliance can continue to wash over us
when in reality
most of them are
But I suppose that's just like humanity.
From the second we're born, we begin to die.
But there's no need to fret,
death's a part of life.
But still I'm alone
and yet, in the end, we're all alone.
Even if you've loved someone your whole life
there is no guarantee that they will die at the exact same second in your arms,
we all die
I see this as
People spend whole lives together,
devoted completely to one another's existence.
I don't know that feeling,
and I'm sure I never will.
But I'm content to be, to see,
that others are having the times of their lives.
I'll pretend to be affected by it.
That's all they want to
I wish it would be for me,
that glare in someone's eye,
that spark that will never fade,
and only grow stronger and brighter with time.
I wish upon that star,
but wishes never come true.
Only in dreams,
I'm living in