A spark..
A thought..

A simple thought while hearts wane..
Apart from personal gain..

We want it..

Even though it riddles us..
With bullets of pain..

So strong yet weak..
But never unseeked..

Cupid shoots billions so how in heaven can he miss so many?

And only hit millions?

I feel alone in being alone but I'm not alone feeling lonesome on my own unknown, unshown, hidden, unspoken, and never home..

And it rips me apart.. This truth of broken hearts..

This horrible fact.. This thought..

These people torn apart..
So scared to love again..

We can't even start..