• Monstrosity of Love

    How daring and strong one is to enter such a life.
    A love life.
    Yet how foolish they can be.
    Little does everyone know how strong the word is.
    Love. Love. Love.

    So simple to say. To anyone, anywhere. It's
    lost it's true meaning and luster.
    Love is so complex...and yet so simple...
    People make out saying the word is nothing.
    "I love you babe," (even though I've only known you for
    one week.)
    How can you honestly say it?

    Love isn't love anymore. It's "love." A tool.
    A phrase. It can be used for pain, by anyone-
    but only used for good by one.
    It's an internal weapon. God only knows how it may wound
    you or for how long. But people don't care.
    Oh no...if it doesn't hurt them do they care about you?
    Hardly...
    They have what they want now. Their old dateful life back.

    Can you honestly tell yourself you're in love?
    How?
    Because you feel think it?
    You're too hopeful.
    My dear lost child, love isn't a toy.
    But sometimes, like with your toys, you have to forget it.
    There is no "love" anymore. Just a monstrosity.