A Spark of Fire

I have yet to find that spark.

my life is in darkness;

my mind is clouded.

There is no way out

unless I find that spark.


I have yet to find the one.

The one who will set me on my path;

that person is my only hope.


But the thing is…

I don’t want that.


They will put me back to society,

where I do not belong.

They will tear me into pieces,

and put me back together

as their perfect puppet.


I am afraid of this person

who will spark the fire.


I shouldn’t be expecting
for I know that I will be disappointed,
but I just can’t help it.

It just seems to real,
almost as if it will happen one day.
Although it will never go as plan.

For I am just a fool.


I want to love you, but I cannot.
For I am plagued with a sickness,
and thus I am stuck in my own reality.

I have succumbed to my weakness
and I have been hiding them since.
Still, you’re trying to exploit them
like a fox in waiting for its prey.

I don’t want you to find out,
although it’s obvious that you
will not stop until you do.

And I fear for that day.
I fear that you will leave me once my
secrets have been flooded out.

But then, I look at you, and I began to wonder.

It is you who have been with me all this time,
it is you who have entrusted me with your heart,
and it is me who haven’t bestow anything back.

I can’t keep my words,
though I’ll make you a promise.

When I finally realize my potential,
I will tell you these three words three times:
I love you, I love you, I love you.

I wrote this today. I guess I listened to too many love songs. I’m not a poet, so I’m sorry for the lack of words you don’t know.