Excerpt from “Love Needs To Be Real”

And those who have the most love to give

Will always see through this

Warm beautiful heart that radiates light

Will never be alone on a cold dark night.

Fauxcroft

You don’t see it, or feel it. You don’t get it.

The absence of romance tells you nothing.

No warm embrace, you don’t seem to miss it.

Intimacy barely existent, you don’t show any.

Nothing gnaws at you. Or does it?

I’m growling, screaming. Inside and out.

You’re silent.

I’m indifferent… now.

The love died. It reeks sour.

You, the reason.

But maybe you never had it in you?