• Does love exist?
    Or does cupids arrow simply pass right through me?
    Or am I simply the only one who does not answer to lust?
    It seems almost like I am the only person who has never felt as if that one word does not find me.
    Or my brain supresses the memory of passion.
    I fall with outstreached arms, and nobody reaches back
    Companionship must be a myth
    For me to have gone this far without finding it. . .
    I feel almost like it will never find me.
    Love must not exist.