Love Addict

I am a love addict.

I fill my head with love stories,

Entertain my ears with love songs.

I watch films where love conquers, hoping it comes true for me too.

I've given myself over again and again, hoping to find someone true, as dedicated as I could be. I would be. Disappointment wins again and again. There is no one, just a sea of people, like myself, searching without satisfaction. Although I know it is hopeless, like the fool that I am, I still hold on. I want you to prove me worth it. I want to prove you'd stay. Conditioned to depend on love, a gullible fool, I have swallowed the stories like pills, and have become addicted to the notions of love. I crave the feeling, yearn for the connection, and despair in the loss. It's okay to be alone. It's okay to rely on myself, grow on my own, be an independent being. I know it's okay. I have been told so over and over. I just need to convince myself.

Rehabilitate.

I will love myself and rise to greatness. I will outshine and shine out into the world, and you will wonder why you ever let me go. And I won't look back, I will have moved on to greater things. Meet greater people.

And so it repeats. Another notion of love to recapture this wandering heart, only to wound again. Or maybe it will be better. Maybe we'd stay together. Maybe it will be him again. Time for another dose. (Puts on headphones) "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more."