Every time I try I just ******* fail.
Will I die alone, with no one to hold me close?
Isolation, never to leave the comfort of familiar.
It kills me inside, but I know I have to change.
The one time I'm brave I thought I got lucky,
Lucky because it seemed like love so genuine.
Who could've predicted that love so bold and passionate would burn out so quickly and cold?
I say never again!
Never again be so bold, because I'll just fail.
Like I do every ******* time.
The irrationality of situational irony,
Love could, and will, spark from a dormant tinder,
Glowing hot beneath the darkness of isolation.
How on earth will I change now!?
I get brave then it works out only to fail later.
**** this. Who knew love was so ambiguous?
Whoever can attain love, I envy – miserably.
It makes me sick to know that others know the taste of true love, the taste of sweet, tangible love.
They always told me to wait; it's been so long.
They always told me she's out there; alone without me.

I guess we both have this in common – at least we can be restless together and alone.