chaotic me

there was a time when I didn't believe in something.as the feeling appeared,I could only pour my chaos inside into writing.
this is me whose mind and soul had been sold to a thing called love.but,then,it disappeared.it left me a big hole in an empty space of mind.it took away a very large part of a barren soul.
as I knew,he was never there when I needed him much.I know,then,I was born as a single soul;free and untouchable.a human,for sometimes,I don't need one at all.