Fixation. The thorn in my raw flesh aches, needle points and burning, a twisting dull pain . .
It won't stop until I reach a place of happiness.
But is that what I really need?
Happiness won't satisfy me now.
Who can be alone and happy?
I've become accustomed to embrace this thorn, I bear it.
Why try to hide from what haunts me?
Love satisfies.
Happiness comes from a place of genuine love
Love isn't Weakness,
I'm strong
                   but love is failing . .