Everything I do,
everything I feel
is based on,
riding on
the belief in love,
the need for love
and the illusion that
everything is ruled by love.
Every action,
thought
and wish I partake in
is based on a romantic fantasy,
novel,
film,
or song and I am
terrified
that, soon,
I will stop believing in love and that
soon,
nothing in my life
will hold any meaning
because, to me,
the endless search for a fantastic kind of love
is what is holding the threads together.
When my heart finally succumbs
to the cynicism in my head…
then what?
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