The Nature of the Thing Called Love.

This thing called love has never brought

anything beautiful into being,

only pain, destruction, war and grief.

You ask why I say its fake

You wonder why I scoff

If you’d only see what I did

You join me in my march

Love is a lie

It is pain in disguise

It is stupid and mindless

and foolish and silly

Love is never forever

Never more than a moment

Humans are not meant

to be together for so long

My peers are silly

My peers are flat out stupid

They will see one day,

what I have known all along

Though like the starry eyed fools they are

They choose to learn the hard way.

Love isn’t real,

at least in the sense it is spoke about,

it is ugly and harsh

a fake idea to enchant the youth

There is nothing pure in love

for love is just the opposite,

it is dirty, and tainted

and lying and deceiving.

Love is fleeing,

a high that never lasts long

Love is composed

of two peoples’ corresponding lies.

Love is a drug,

and once your high is over

you’ll be left without hope

forever addicted to the fleeting feelings

that never lasts long.

Love is not forever

Love is not pure

Love is not truth

Love is not nice

Love is not to be envied

Love is not to be worshiped

Love is nothing but hate,

hiding in disguise