Love isn't real
love is such a scary thing,
its a never ending cycle of the same routine,
you fall in love, say some things you didn't mean
but then they leave you, eventually.
This one i never saw coming,
it hit me right in the heart.
this love was different, this love was art.
It was so beautiful, so different, so unique.
Attachment is the scariest part of them all,
because once you love them, your going to fall
you break even more than the first hundred times,
and you watched and listen to every lie,
So when someone says they love me,
i know now its not true,
because this world uses "love" as a tool.
to break peoples hearts, and leave them scars,
so please don't say you love me. Don't smile and play
with my hair. Please I beg of you don't say those three words,
i so desperately want to hear.
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