A part of me wants to hold your hand and hold you close.

A part of me wants to tell you how much I love you.

A part of me wants to kiss you.

A part of me wants to be with you.

But who are you?

A part of me wants love.

Just a small part.

But I don't have a particular person.

It's just a small part, really.

Because I know I'm better without this feeling of longing.

They say it's a beautiful thing. Love.

But I find it quite bothersome.

Am I cold and bitter?

Probably.

But I know I can find happiness elsewhere.

It's not here so I don't need it. It's not useful to me.

It's not that I don't have a heart.

It's just that my heart lies elsewhere.