I find myself exhausted and sore,
Sorrowful and unaware of my reckless actions until I've completed them.
And I repeat, repeat, repeat these mistakes ignorantly and inevitably.

And who do I find myself in Love with? That's to assume myself capable of loving another.

Do I love the man who utilizes my body, yet criticizes my mind?
Dark haired and just as reckless as myself, we avoid gray area - loving only in black and white.

Do I love the girl with shocking blue eyes?
Sensitive and generous, she gives herself to the men she admires without regret, and pretends the pain is but an escapade for a greater state of individuality when she is abandoned.

Do I love the boy who loves me far too much?
He wants to marry, he wants to escape himself, he wants me to save him. I cannot save myself.

I find myself exhausted and sore,
Wiser and aware of the mistakes of today. I will abandon my search for love and in return will have a better understanding of the concept.

Absence promotes appreciation and a longing for that of which I deny myself.
In nothingness lies everything.
In everything I have found nothing to grasp tightly to aside from mania and the downpour of my stability.