I want cough syrup. 2 bottles full! I want lots of empathetic looks. Give me long hugs! I want a band aid big enough to wrap around this throbbing useless organ. Ugh no not a love poem! The Darkness said, â€œLove is just a feelingâ€. I sang along and fast forwarded to the guitar riff that made your body feel like it just got a hyper electric shock. I didnâ€™t really get the whole love feeling thing. I didnâ€™t care. I still donâ€™t. You see, every song on the radio has something to do with this obsessive â€œif I canâ€™t have you I canâ€™t take another breathâ€ infatuation. Does it have something to do with Edward and that unvampire girl? All I know is if Iâ€™m not in love Iâ€™m a societal outcast.Â This ain’t cynicism.Â I watched three multi-teired white frosting cakes pose for photos in the park across the street last week. I caught sight of 99 bride and groom duos with obscure frozen expressions in the last month. Iâ€™ve tuned into, please never make me count, discussions of ring descriptions, complementary colors, and lingerie, this year to last me my whole life through. Really selective mutism sounds luxiourous. Iâ€™m not completely one sided, engagement photos get me. Itâ€™s those angles, colors, and artistic expression-freakinâ€™ heart melting. I rather write myself into a love story then live one, because love has gone and lost itâ€™s appeal. Itâ€™s the cheatin, wife beatin, take you for a ride and leave you there, love blues. The take me out to dinner cuz I love free meals, kiss me now but I wonâ€™t mean it later, luv ya babe 4 eva, romantic fairytale. OH, so sweet. How touching. Sigh. How perfect. I can’t wait for my turn for heaven on earth.