I am tired.
I am so incredibly tired.
And sad.
I am living in a loop of eternal melancholy.
I'm so unsure of myself.
But I will not cry.
Especially not in front of you.
Even though my heart is breaking into a million little pieces.
You say all the right things.
But your eyes, they lie.
Lust.
Greed.
Fascination.
Infatuation.
Aggression.
Compassion.
But not love.
It's not that easy to fall in love and stay there.
I would know.
I've spent every waking minute looking for it, hoping that it still exists.
