Selfishness Rooting

Selfishness rooting Sometimes I seat down and think about being loved and cared for. Being loved and cared for to a point of no return. Being loved and cared for to that "I hate the way you lie" music video clip kind of way, where a person would burn for me and I'd just sit and enjoy the flames kind of way. If you think about it, it's so delicate because it's a form of love but unbreakable cause it stands alone, that's what one sided loves are, right? No matter how much you manipulate it, by it I mean the love, it won't leave you, cause you'd be the glue to everything in the other's life. Their work, their mind, their body, their day to day routine all included you, you'd be like the sun, no matter how much you decide to burn, by burn I mean lash out, you'd still have them, by them I mean the person that "loves" you, in their orbits just circling you, adoring you, I am telling you it'd be beautiful. You'd glow, and show your demons, fully bursting out demons, like the one with horns, bloody mouth and pointy nails kind of demons and they'd think of liberating you from that, poor lover couldn't see you're it, by it I mean the demon, because you know love for real makes a human blind. Anyways like I was saying I am thinking about being loved that way. What ever I say goes, what ever I do is passed, the little things I do without noticing would disturb their whole week, oh what a relief am not on the other side of it. The other side of it filled with crier and darkness, chest heaviness and lots and lots of calculation, where simplicity isn't even in the dictionary to look for, the other side of total immersion in the beloved, that'd be me, the beloved. I am telling you it'd be fun, and legendary taking over another god like that ooooh it is liberating. But life unfair, I am one of the planets, Saturn I'd say, with dull moons making me feel like they draw light from me. Poor self, witty it thinks it is but guillable is what it suits.