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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