The Evolution of Nothing

I find it quite odd,

That the symbol of love, 

Is not identical in shape to the heart beating inside of us.

Maybe it's because,

Love is non-existent among the human race,

And is a false front,

To the depressing reality we are forced into living, 

Controlled by a selfish puppeteer.

Maybe it's because, 

The love that is supposed to be pumping through our veins,

Is traveling to a diddly no where,

While our bodies ignore our complete void.

Maybe it's because,

We need something to fulfill our emptiness,

While we are evolving this non-existent feeling into nothing.

Or maybe it is just because,

Our minds suggest we need to grasp a fake hope to keep us living,

And it is just a false feeling keeping us alive,

While we slowly die alone.