What a privilege it is to have loved and lost
Perhaps nostalgia's victory stemmed from my escapism
My heart bled so much it endeavored to stop feeling
Yet that is out of the question for me.
I incorrectly assumed that the yearning I felt was a want to be loved
Now I know I long more so to love...and to love deep
This desire runs deep in my veins and cannot be bled out
I cannot outrun what is embedded in me...and I cannot withdraw what I so happily gave away