Strange Love

Strange love
Cascading wilderness lies within my heart...
Sometimes the rain can wash away the pollen,
but most of the time, it sits long enough for the thickness to become apart of the whole.
The depths of what's within me is so endless that the sight of light doesn't exist, but only with mere circumstance.
The love that is cast my way is appreciated only in doses...For pain is the only true love I know.
Happiness is a mere facade...Something I wish to obtain, but never succeed.
It slips through my hands like water through a stream.
I rest in weariness...I rest in pain...I rest in a place I wish for no man to obtain.
What can break my heart to feel what love should be...I wish I knew, so I could be like the dreams I see.
Can sadness be a disease?