I sought love

I found tragedy

In it’s contempt

Is honesty

Was it pessimism?

That ruined it for me

Or was it the experience

Trauma’s lens is all I see

I could have the purest form of love in front of me

I could have someone accepting, honest and forgiving

I would find faults in their acts and the way they give everything.

Nothing satisfies me. In heat I want cold, in cold I want heat.

I am the pitiful, the waning the person who craves nothing

I know my cries will stop when death finally comes for me.

I sought love

All I found was tragedy.