Love that slips away

I search for love I never got.

Sometimes, I grow desperate,

so desperate that I hurt myself.

They ask, Why do you want him?

Just because he said he likes you?

I crave love, so whenever I see it, even slightly,

I run—too fast—

but love still slips away before I reach.

I fall. I bleed.

I press a bandage to the wound,

but it never truly heals.

And yet, I still search for love.

Still, I run to it…