I’m addicted to the idea of love,
delving into that part where no one else goes.
I love so much and so often that I begin to wonder
whether it is love at all or am I just infatuated with your moment.
To cover up my own insecurities do I just take in the idea of being loved ?
Because it doesn’t matter if they are male or female,
they just have to be broken.
I love to make you love me but I very rarely end up not loving you.
Don’t you feel the same way too?
