The fatigue of love

I love to live My beautiful youth. In my mind, monotony doesn't exist; All I have is love. I try to mold it pure, And I give too much, though. If it starts to feel false, Not because of one intention, But 'cause of the conflict between my self-love— It's too much to feel hurt. I love to feel; I feel like I'm running out, though. Where is my energy? I'm annihilating it through. This doesn't "just happen." It's a matter of two. If I stop loving them, It's because they let me get blue. © Vune