My Poison-Love

There's no hope left for me, especially not where love is concerned. Why can't a single relationship last? If not forever, then why not just for a few months? Are members of the opposite sex so repulsed by commitment, that they are willing to cherish their bachelorhood and freedom at the risk of being lonely, bitter and miserable old men someday? Is this what love has been reduced to? Mere intimacy and goodbyes soon after? Maybe it's just not my time right now, but Time sure isn't waiting for me and may even come to an unexpected end, sometime in the future. I'm beginning to believe that It (Love) doesn't even exist. That it just came about as a concept from literature, theatre and the arts, created by romantic fools such as I, who've stuck their heads permanently into the clouds and never seem to come down to their senses. Fools who refuse to see what's right infront of them and instead take off onto an unfamiliar path which ultimately proves dangerous to them.Well, I resign myself to fate and whatever it has in store for me, even if it means killing myself slowly with the poison that threatened to take my life 7 years ago. Time to continue drudging through this never-ending road of nothingness called 'Life' and prove myself as a source of amusement for the mighty and twisted Creator (whom I'm not even sure,exists).