It seems I am masochistic
when it comes to matters of the heart.
For every time I fall in love,
the pain just pulls at me, it always starts.
It seems I am fatalistic
when it comes to dreams so dark.
For every time I close my eyes,
I wander through moonlight so stark.
It seems I am egotistic
when it comes to the world's problems.
For every time I meet a person,
I want to make them whole, happy and solemn.
It is a simple thing, but many faceted,
this thing that we call a life,
so many parts of ourselves that fall,
through love, dreams and strife.