LOVE IS NOT LOVE

I was loved, but apparently I was not real

but an object of love

closely resembling myself,

though unfortunately,

sadly not me.

 

I don’t know what the future means, but it doesn’t seem like a good sign.

Often it seems, there is a protocol.

The last time I felt optimistic, I can’t remember.

My idea of optimistic is hoping we all don’t suffer too much.

and yes that is a horrifying cliche.

 

 

o for some kind of life restoring remedy.

 

 

 

ah, all out, this aching left thing in my chest

love is love