I hate love

I wonder if love hates me

like I hate love

from time to time.

  Why does it still hold on to me?

like an ex still hang up on me

it holds on tight to me.


Heart on my sleeve

you can see all of me

I never hide

I want you to find me

but its never safe

for my precious jewel,

the heart feels everything

and still feels nothing.


If love wasn’t like a drug it would be so unattractive

the high it gives keeps me coming back,

if love wasn’t so beautiful I wouldn’t give it so many chances.

But here I am loving once again

here I am disrupt once again

trying to figure out why I ever let love in again,


love keeps us alive

but love is a silent killer


the irony of life.



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