I have found what I love

You've been through it several times.
I just need to look around, which you also do not.
Hearts stuck in an endless cycle.
At least you're around something that was once real.
I could always see how easy it was to tear your heart out.
I never knew how anyone could survive in such a fragile way.
Each has its trail in building a stronger housing.
You insist on removing the shells from the wound.
You seem to want to burn by taking advantage of everything possible by paying the price of your heart.
I can not criticize you for that, for I admire that courage.
But I can not stop writing while I see a fool shout,
"Kill me, for I have found what I love."
I know you will not see it, because you've never been looking around.