I tried so hard to find that one thing:
A love for me to belong to.
I haven't found anything,
not even a glimpse of the future.
I wait and wait for the answer to
pop out and scare me,
but it doesn't and I'm left with nothing,
a cold shadow of the me I once knew,
a forgotten promise I told myself to keep.
I'm tempted to give up.
It would be so damn easy to do.
But I can't.
I have to keep looking.
I won't rest until I know what could've been,
until I know what can be,
and no matter how hard it may be,
I'll take my chances on love,
no matter what the cost is in the end