Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

Yet I crave it with my every being.

I’ve heard the tales of heartbreak,

The stories of new and old.

And I still want it.

My heart.

It’s mine to give,

And I give away foolishly.

Little crushes that never last.

Because experiencing love is like a drug.

One that I want to try,

But maybe I’m too young.

I read and read and read,

Taking my dose that way,

But I want it in real life.

I know love is a lie,

I know it’ll break me,

But at least I can add my tale to all the rest.

Where’s my love story?

Don’t I deserve one?

Break me

Torture me

Kill me if you must.

I don’t care.

I just want to live.

Where’s my love story?