something I always wanted to know how it felt
oblivious of the bliss I had without it
blind to the fact that I was already happier than I would ever be
lusting for a notion I had no concept of
wanting for the tale I'd been been told all my life
to be my own to tell
hungry to feel desire for another
and have it all reciprocated equally
because that's how I thought it worked
hopeful for the day it would come
anticipation was at an all time high
I didn't even know where to look
I expected it to just come looking for me
I was waiting for it to arrive like a dream
it was a freshly blown bubble
with otherworldly colors swirling around the circumference
in ethereal patterns
that burst when you broke my heart