It’s like fire,
nurture it and it grows,
leaving it alone, it’ll fizzle out.
I guess that’s the metaphor of my heart.
I have loved so hard that only I get burned. Everyone else never gets close enough to want me.
My fire has fizzled out. I no longer have love to give.
And yet, my heart still craves it as if it were my last meal.
Both platonic and romantic.
But my love is old,
hopeless romantic.
I wish I were born in a different era where my love didn’t seem old fashioned.
Then maybe, I’d fit in and find where I belong.
For now, I cannot love.
I don’t want to be burned anymore for it.
My heart will remain cold, until someone can light the fire again.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
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