I am not beautifully poetic

However much I want to say I'm not obsessed with fairy tales and princes, I can't. Because I am. However beautifully poetic it sounds to say, I want to learn ultimately to love myself, I am afraid I want to be loved more. Maybe I haven't reached that wise point in my life, where love is meaningless. Maybe I haven't experienced the cold reality of 'love' and relationships, maybe that's why. 

I've always been obsessed with love, an I've always been a hopeless fanatic romantic. I usually have a good head on my shoulders, but somehow when love is involved that head gets chucked out of the window. 

You know the problem with me, I always feel void of emotion. When I am meant to feel, I don't. And the thing is, I want to feel, I want to feel something. That's why I like this crazy love sickness that's why I like the idea of being crazy in love. 

But being crazy in love never helped anyone did it? Ultimately we have to carve our paths, and being in love is just another distraction from that. Being crazy that is, when you have a mutual understanding, a respect between the two of you, I suppose that's different.

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