love and rubbish

i'm in a mood for you
for running away
stars come down in you
and love...you can't give it away

i distance myself from anything maudlin. but love is maudlin. enemy of all logic and reason. but i cannot say i can define it nor recognize it at this point in time. aside from my indecision, i have this bad habit of distaste (as if i am entitled to it). i easily lose hold of my inner desires or rather my superficial desires. i am prone to overacting. and unfortunately to boredom as well.