Damn it, I want your love!

(*another love ballad, yawwn!)           
           
I want to love, though I know            
I'm unfit for it.           
           
I want to love, even though             
I know I'll get hurt and worst             
be blamed for not giving a warning,             
that something is wrong with me.            
           
I want to love because I like             
making breakfast served on the side             
of a morning fuck.           
           
I want to love because love poems,             
love letters, cuddling while watching             
movies, and slow walks holding hands             
in a moonlit park made me want to             
vomit my heart out, at the same time       
it made me feel as giddy as hell, as if       
I'm in need of a mental evaluation.           
           
I want to love because it's weird.        
I want to love because it's crazy.
And, for no particular reason        
         
I want to love because             
I like sharing my nights             
with someone special,           
knowing that I can do it again           
the next day.           
           
But then,             
I don't really believe in love.             
            
It's the delusion I'm after.