I hate time,
And makes pain worse; when its suppose to heal.
I hate love,
It smells and gets rancid after too long.
People lie about how time
Is the cure for everything,
Lie about the way love makes you feel.
It doesn't give your stomach butterflies,
It doesn't make your heart light enough to soar out your chest!
It stabs you when you least expect it
From behind, piercing your heart,
Leaving you to die a slow hard death.
It grabs dead inside of your soul
Mangling the silvery core; your whole being.
Leaving you lifeless,
All alone in the night to fend for yourself.
I hate time…I hate love…
"…crash and burn, you'll never learn…"
(Quote I made right after finishing this poem)