Love is not for me

and the heart grows distant, you fall in love with things that cannot love you - must break that habit you tell yourself but you never do. books will always whisper at night sweet lullabies to you you imagine yourself in the arms of your favorite character. another mockingbird story to tell your children who you hope won’t be as sad as you, but they’ve been carved out of your own heart. it is every reader’s and writer’s tragedy if the thing the world didn’t fall in love was books and words.