I’ve never been in love, and I’m not very loved, and I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love.
I’d really like to, one day. But I don’t know if I’m capable. I don’t think I’m capable. I don’t expect it, and I have no hope for it in my life.
Nevertheless, I still think about love, a lot, even though I probably can’t love, and I can’t be loved.
This is a very well-known poem, but every once in a while, when I feel breakable and like I really want to be held, even just to pretend that that is what love feels like, it pops into my head, and that familiar ache intensifies just a little before I allow myself to daydream a bit about what will never be.
I just wanted to share it with someone since it was in my head tonight, and since I’ve got no one right now, I want to share it here, with all of you. How unlucky for you. 😛
i carry your heart with me
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)