• An exuse to get hurt


    Love is a game
    just meant to be played.
    Love is a phrase
    just overly clichéd.

    It's dominated by cheaters,
    players, and rule-breakers.
    Where three words often said
    are lies spoken by fakers.

    Love is an emotion
    and hormones are the cause.
    Love is perfection
    that brings out your flaws.

    Young ones are swayed
    into believing that it's real.
    Soon concious of mistakes,
    next fear is what you feel.

    Love is a wish
    desired by so many loners.
    Love is a sight
    shown off by its owners.

    It's a sad pathetic world
    when love is only wanted,
    for the sake of having it,
    and for it to be flaunted.

    Love is a drug,
    addictive and strong.
    Love is a toy.
    and you're strung along.

    The endings are painful,
    yet again you will start,
    to end with more lies and tears,
    and another cruelly broken heart.

    Love is a reason
    to be treated like dirt.
    Love is an excuse,
    an excuse to get hurt.