Who needs love anyway?
Not me. I think about love
the same as a grenade
and I never look forward
to having my heart
blown to pieces by someone
who should have never
been holding it in the first place.
I don’t need to hear I love you,
like it’s some kind of life support
that promises to make me matter,
as you pull the plug on the promise
you never planned on keeping anyway.
No thank you.
I’d rather you pull the plug first,
so I can die without hearing the
infamous I love you bullshit.
It’s impossible to love me.
If you try, be ready for war
because my perfected ability
to not let anyone get too close
is like a shot gun blast
you’ll never hear,
and I refuse to give you the power
to make me turn off my safety.
I’ve been ripped to shreds
enough to know, love is a fight
I’ll always run away from.
Do I believe in love?
Yes, I believe it’s a battle
I’m never walking into again
because the only reward
in the end is a broken heart.
It’s not that I don’t believe in love,
but love has never proven itself to me
the same way heartbreak has.
Love is a promise wrapped in a bomb
and we all know how that ending
plays out in a million pieces.
Love is a fight club,
where one person is always
while the other person
just stands there
and takes the beating.
Like pulling your spine out
in the name of love
and giving it as a gift
you will never get back.
Love is uncertainty tying your hands,
disappointment blindfolding you,
trust kicking your ass
while they all laugh out disregard
until you projectile vomit the words
I love you too.
Love taught me about compromise
and how the joke is always on me,
it taught me that for better or worse
needs to have a few footnotes.
It taught me that losing yourself
is the easiest thing to do
and finding yourself again is nearly
impossible, because you are hidden away
in someone else’s shadow.
Love showed me how to close down,
hide my heart, not be my own person.
It showed me how to be stuck,
how to feel caged, how to want to run away.
Love taught me how to say
It’s just not worth it to me.
So don’t get too comfortable
sitting next to me,
I want you gone by morning.