“Oxytocin Overdose and He Loves Me Not”
This is of Love but it is no love story. It is unattainable, frustration and loss. It is falling for someone with all your heart only to have their heart closed to you. The tears fall at night that they will never wipe away. This is no fairy tale. You may meet your soul mate but sometimes they don’t give a damn about you. It is not always happily ever after. In the composition there is a lot of blood, high color, light, broken hearts and an overall childish overtone to something that is very dark. There is a message here of Love being Childish: something silly, a fantasy, a waste of time and energy. It is the most draining, hurtful, detrimental force. It can bring out the worse in you, it can be the death of you and we have been trained to think that we must obtain a partner or fail horribly in life, alone and unsuccessful. Nevertheless, as a human, I need to Love. I need to Love, Lust, Fuck and Die- I hate it. It is an addiction. I Love it. Of course I only feel this way when you deny me, I feel dark, angry and hopeless. If you accepted me, I would give you my whole world and watch you burn it to the ground. I love you, you complete me, you destroy me.