My Love

The only hope of salvation is love

My love.


New experiences are thrust upon me, yet I struggle to comprehend why I no longer feel affection. Being in their arms now feels isolating, like wolves circling each other, wary of potential threats or romantic interests.


I'm feeling hurt, scared, and alone, and I don't know what to do. My love for you could be our salvation, but it could also lead to our downfall if true.. Unfortunately, it will eventually fade, and we'll part ways as if nothing happened. I'm asking for your comfort, empathy, and passion, my love.


Will you care for me? Do you love me? It seems like you don't care about me or the harmonies that reach your ears, and instead, you whimper in fear.


Does crying bring you solace? Are you comparing me to someone behind my back, someone who is better than me? Does leaving me unaware of your feelings make me a better person? I've tried to cope and help, but the ache in my arms and soul still fills my brain with sadness, anger, and confusion.


My love.