What's it like to not love anyone?
Surely you know, I
In a mocking voice you scorned
Every valentine she sent you
Every love note that she gave
For the poets and fools everywhere know the pain of love
But what kind of pain haunted you?
Was it intense?
Did it make you want to cry?
Did you envy the fools and the poets?
And wish with all your heart there was someone
Anyone
To fill the void
And stop the pain
Of the man who can never
Truly feel love?
You didn't hate them,
In fact they intrigued you
But a moth does not love the candle,
However fascinated it might be by it
Searching for love
You left that day
Open door showing a swinging body
And still, there were poets and fools,
Moths and candles
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