Love. One word. That has so much meaning and power behind it. I mean, I’m not even sure I know the value of it is anymore.
I thought I did.
It used to be my only means of writing. My creative muse
Theres no inspiration for me anymore.
I’m so confused.
I want to love. I want somebody to show me what its like again
Because lord knows im drowning here.
I’m drowning in thoughts, in overthinking
To be, or not to be.
To be in love, or not to be. So many questions.
Someone, anyone. help me.
I want to feel.
What has my heart come to?
Where is this emotion hiding in me?
I know its there.
Broken hearts apparently come with a shield too.
It's as if your heart plays a sick joke.
Like "hey, no that’s you’ve been to war I’ll give you some protection."
I don’t want the shield anymore.
I want you.
That is all.