Love is a party, and I wasn’t invited.

It’s an empty bottle of wine, and I missed my drink.

It’s a ferry away from an apocalyptic land, but I missed it. 

It’s cruel and unforgiving, but once you walk away from the dock, you will realize that you will be as strong as iron when it returns for you. 

It’s passengers will shout for you to join them, but you won’t need them, because nothing less than ennui can hold you down.

Wait another round trip, and you will be of steel.

You’ve been worked, forged, and wrought of hate, determination, and defiance. 

You will realize that they are the ones missing out, and that you are invincible without dependence on emotion. 

They might entice you on, but they will just try to rip out your heart. 

Trick’s on them, though.

You will have no heart left to take.