drafts #1

i will never know

how it is

to be loved

like a woman

for whom wars were fought

for whom homes were torn apart

for whom love letters were written

for whom palaces were built

for whom distances were killed

for whom the gods came down on earth

for whom men begged and cursed.

i will never know,

because i was only made to love.

it is in my blood,

and veins and heart,

to admire and love,

and be the unloved.

-a forever yearner for what i give out to the world.