Synaptic Bloom

 They keep telling me that love will find me again

And I keep saying that, if it's not him,

I prefer to stay hidden.

To me, it's irrelevant to be found by a person who doesn't make me melt. 

I wasn't meant to be found by everyone. 

Only by him. 

And since we all know by now 

That he is not coming 

I will probably remain 

Uncharted 

Unclaimed 

A splinter of sorrow 

An ocean of cries

A woman on fire