Love is not kind anymore
Love is a failed trip
Love is dead
Love dies in their eyes
I don't explain or explore the options
I don't want to know why love has died
I still feel it at times
I don't mean to be repetitive but it draws quick with the knife
I have learned to turn the love turned sour into something different at the change of each hour
I say i'm tired
but being tired doesn't do this to me
burnout is not what I grieve
I am mourning the loss of something supposedly sweet
because he promised me
now I weep
broken promises are the only things you keep
I loved a monster and now it's killing me
