There is no plausible explanation for why there is no love in the world.
I blame it on the sun, which blackens our hearts and chills our souls.
The black sun.
Or perhaps,
I should blame it on the media.
What good did that ever do us?
I think
I should count the stars,
just so that I can know all the reasons why
you do not love me.
It's not a terrible burden,
just one that weighs me down,
in terrible ways.