In a society that teaches us that we all have a special someone, strangely enough no one has any one. Sounds negative? I know. Hell I dont believe it either. Look at it, we grow up with love being magical. It takes away all troubles. Not knowing that love is rare, and hard to keep.

Love it consumes all! No Freaking Duhh!!!!! It's suppose to. Love is a power that can burn a planet in a second, yet delicate enough to create a smile. So why do I avoid it with all my power? I'm a prisoner of my own gifts. I dissect and analyze any and everything. I'm not a person that should be allowed to think about our situation. I'll always rule you out. I find whats wrong and attach myself to it till you dissolve. I know what love is. I've tasted her soft lips, sipped of her cup. It has and does still burn inside me. I dare not let it shine through. I'm afraid the clouds of life will take my sunshine from me. There's someone that wants to dive into my soul. Dare I let her swim? Why does she want to? My kisses are of concrete. She says yes but they warm of summer. How can she be? Am I the exception to reality that everyones heart is disposable? Her touch commands me. It calls for me. The concrete turns to glass and she sees all that I am. She sees what I value most. My heart. I try to distract her intentions. There's no heart there to be had. Her smile slowly dims, and she walks away. My glass exterior receives one single crack across my chest. I cover up with my cloaks of womanizing, skepticism, and greed. They comfort me. I feel me go cold from within. I ask myself. Why am I hiding my heart....... again?