What Love Feels Like

I see ordinary people in extraordinary places. I feel ordinary among those extraordinary spaces. I feel no wind beneath me. I feel no spark within me. That is how I treat love, and how love treats me. It hasn't been the warmest to me. It hasn't given me a chance to breath - a chance to speak. It won't seek me. It won't feed me. It won't show me anything I could handle - it shows me what I've been missing. It wants me to feel helpless. Though I am h o p e l e s s about love.