is this love?
is this all that they've warned me about?
the muse of all artists,
the death of all lovers
is this really it?
then why am i not attracted?
why don't i feel that captivated?
where is this love? i cant see it
did all of you silently bend down to nothing?
even though i stepped away from it
i predicted it was a great feeling
one nothing like the others
now i demand, where is it?
after all the years i grew up
thinking one day with happiness i will blow up
but where is the proof i was promised
those were the last dreams i had left
what is love?
i always wanted to know
someday far away
but not today
and honestly
its not even exciting
i guess things like this
arent just made for me
love is an illusion
seen by 2
i guess when one of them cant fall asleep
the simulation starts glitching too
they said a lot of things about it
that its a gun, lesson, pain
i see none of that
maybe i'm just too awake?
17.08.22
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Poetryhonestly, life only seems like a theatre of one distracting itself from everything to care about.
