Only pretty on the outside,
Full of nails on the inside,
I guess lust is blind.

The words of a cynical bitch:

What every normal girl desires at some point in their puny little lives? To hear those three overused, two-faced, thrashed words. "I love you." Probably the entire universe's victor for the most lied sentence. Three syllables, eight letters; blatantly false. Consider them grammatical mistakes, or for a lack of better term, tongue twisters. The word 'love' can even be considered in one's spiteful eyes as a speech impairment. "Love? More like loathe." L-o-v-e is like a complex Rubik's Cube, one could say. A chemical reaction of releasing hormones and a small geometric block of irritation? How could they possibly relate? Rhetorical question. It's all just a game to pass the time. Because, when one person misunderstands, it can turn into a dangerous chase. Not everyone can unravel the tangled threads of romance, nor can some subtract real love from lust. It's different in everyone's eyes, but to some, it may turn into an obsession.

Soothe my mind with everything ℋ o n e s t. Yeah, give me that solace.

The truth hurts?

Everything is exactly how it should be.