I wanna feel love. I wanna touch it. I want it imprinted on my heart and never break it. And even if it breaks, someone will glue it back. Oh God, when will you stop being so persistent? Just fill the spaces between my fingers, heal the sore of my throat, and make my heart feel as pink as a bloodied rose. Send me someone. Send me an angel. Send me a devil. Send me a devil-minded and an angel-mouthed figure. Let them crash into my empty void so that I could at least feel it. Let them crack my heart into pieces and let them devour them in my throat as I scream for help. At least, I'll be able to feel something. At least, I'll be loved painfully rather than loving in vain.
