What does it feel like,

For someone to truly care?

To reach out and touch you,

And hold you with all of their might?

What does it feel like,

For those three little words to escape their lips,

For those words to trickle down into your soul,

And make you fly?

How can I explain,

The feeling of the lack of those above,

It’s as though my heart is an ice cube upon a burning table,

And I get to watch as it turns to steam and the particles dissipate,

Knowing that love is only a fable.