If there is anything better than being loved
It is in loving.
If there's anything worse than not loving, it is
Unrequited love.
Spare me all the lofty ideals of the moment.
My heart is broken
And, as so many others suffering this ill,
"I" no longer "am".
Oh, you think you know me, this exterior me.
You see me - I am.
Fine, some modicum of success belongs to "me".
Within, glass frame cracks.