The Running Mind

For someone to fully accept me and search for me, is the rarest dream I could ever imagine. Love on the other hand I fully accept that I don’t deserve it.

Always in position and it kills you inside. To do what’s right in your mind but the heart searches for you. Leaves the soul heavy for the love you never knew. Since it has no place to go or places to visit, it sits there in my chest stabbing to be admitted. It’s typical, everyone does it anyways. I think I’m special, the most special human who is specifically rotting away because I know no one will stay. Honestly, I am never meant for love even when I know and fight to give it everyday. I hope and hope, but the answer is always the same. In all my conclusions, I always die in this loveless game