I’ve noticed that my writing is one sided
I write about the love I have and never have I written if there is any love for me
Why do I always feel so strongly for people
This realization has broken me in more ways than I could have ever thought
When was the last time I woke to someone professing something sweet to me
Why was I cursed with this heart and mind
Why don’t I fear love but am terrified of it at the same time
Who made me think in the ways that I do