An Ode To Love
An Ode To Love
We all destroy ourselves
With vials of poisons
Served in old pictures , Facebook memories and the last message that never reached.
Drenched in our loneliness
We keep coming back to our hurt
Wrapped so beautifully in the melancholy of music , the emptiness of books and the persistence of thought .
In the end , we are all reduced to our insecurities - empty vials and emptier
souls seeking validation in affection that was never ours in the first place .
Sometimes , there is no greater trauma than love.