If you don't look for it, it will find you.

I looked for love for so long and gave up. Then, everywhere I turned there was always a chance that even some sort of relationship could bloom. As I made these chances feasible, they slowly faded away. I don't think I can give up on love again. As I watched the one I loved so dearly, complain of the world I ridded him of, I knew it was useless to keep going with love or to give up.
I have never ever had someone I loved stick with me forever, never. I don't know if that's my curse or theirs. I was raised by a society that failed me. And even though the love was never consistent, I was loved for my lifetime, not by anyone person, but by the society as a whole.
Wow. Now is it worth it to leave? Just like love, when I didn't look for a new home, it sprang upon me, and now that I've planned for it, it just doesn't seem right.
This will be the first time I will ever use a verse in this type of writing, and it may well be the last.
And I'm driving around looking for a sunrise.
Wanting my heart to rise.
Right out of my chest.
Right into the sky.
I guess it's all we really want.