Elucidating Questions

What is love?

How many people have asked that question and never heard the answer?

Will I ever experience love?

Is waiting even worth it?

If I have to just relive this broken connection to others all my life

I’d rather destroy it now

I don’t even know what I’m waiting for

Is it even any good?

Everyone keeps telling me it’s good, but not once in my entire life have I seen a relationship that lives

True love

As if that exists

Something someone else gets to experience and I get to watch

Am I jealous?

But as always I don’t want to take it from them

Just I want to experience it too

Why can’t I experience it too?

Because I believed in true love I wrote two thousand poems

And now that I don’t I’ve written 150 more

After all I don’t want to be alone at all

But there’s nobody

I don’t want anybody

Everyone is so scary

So full of methods to take another piece of me and go

So ready to take a piece of me and go