I reject romance
because love is just a distant friend
I don’t mind not having a lover
my melancholiness and regret at its end
people sometimes say I’m too happy
but then complain when I’m a cynic
I’ve learned that false positivity is valued more
then negativity that’s acidic
I am a moth and not a butterfly
I am someone that doesn’t fit in
someone that doesn’t crave companionship
someone that sees the good through the sin
I seem to crave pain
but not in a masochistic way
but in the way of someone desperate
to feel ok again
I know that I am loved
even though sometimes I am alone
one day,
I will learn to love myself
and then
I will love the world, as I see it
