Are You Loved, My Love?

I want my love to feel like a nightingale's song, I want my love to make you stretch your lips and hurt your jaws, I want, I want my love to paint your cheeks and show your teeth. I want my love to do all of these and more for you but there's no other love like mine.

And its comforting to know that there will be no other love like me, but what will I do when I need the love? If there's no one to love like me, then is there no one to love me?

I know it's foolish to say that there aren't people who love me, there are people who love me till the night ends and the morning begins but when you wake up at 3am and find yourself terribly alone you know I am there you know I will be there, and because I never have that for me, I never sleep, I avoid waking up alone till the dawn hits so I stay awake as long as I can avoiding the hollow in my heart.

When you look at me I know, you see a heart so full it's already overflowing, it's a heart so liquid that one touch could melt it, but there was never a path built that could reach my heart. All the paths I created to everyone's heart, yet none were created to mine.

Bless those who were loved by me, and protect those who are loved by me. My love's open for those who are willing to be loved by me. But don't dare take a step forward, trying to reach for my heart, because, my heart's liquid, it'll drown you out.