My Love Is Like Me

My lips have never touched the lips of another. My love has truly never been expressed. One day I will awake to find my love has died without taking one breath. This breathless love has been waiting for one as big. For I love bigger than any other. My love is larger than myself or my heart. My love calls on powers which are not mine. My love is not boundless, for it is feeble. Despite its magnitude it is still light on its feet. My love is like me, in more ways than one. My love wants to be loved by that which cannot love it. It wants the impossible to prove wrong some untold story. One day when I´m loved back by someone who sees me. Past my mask and my filters, past my lies and my illusions. That day when someone discovers me and loves it. That will be the day that my love will be a tree. It will be green and new as if it had never been before. Yet it will know well the eternity it has been. It will, however, finally be immobile, and rest directly on the one that discovered it. It will be happy, all else will not matter. For now its self is loved. For now it is finally at peace. And all the pieces it´s left behind, all the darts that have failed to hit. None will matter because none were real. Since none were really thrown by me.