Love Life
Love is a part of life,
but no different than life
itself.
Love is the nicest bitch I've ever met,
but recently,
she powerbombed me head first
into Hell.
It's like once you meet
someone that seems compatible,
they unmask their true selves,
so when it comes to love,
she enables the bullshit
to propagate,
so when it comes to love and reality
together,
I can never tell.
It's like she plays with me
and tells me that no woman
is right for me,
but I hope that one day
I find the right woman,
or the right woman finds me,
because after all,
love is life.
In life, we all deserve a chapter
of happiness in the books
we title after our own lives.
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