i hate love.
People say it makes the world so sparkly and bright,
but, what about the other side?
It is the absolute opposite.
Filled with hurt, tears, and the dark, gloomy agonizing
thoughts that never end.
Everyone makes love seem like all the good things in life,
but, what about the unlucky ones that can’t seem to receive love?
It is unfair, isn’t it?
Filled our heads of only happy endings about love
without telling us the heartache of unrequited stories.
All around me, I see smiles and affectionate couples,
but, what about me?
It seems like “love just hasn’t found its way” is what I say to myself.
Filled my mind with a constant cycle of “Will I ever be enough (to ever be loved)?”
to “I don’t need love, i hate it!”
I say “i hate love”,
but that was a lie.
It is something I yearn for deep down.
Filled with hope that there will be a day that someone will love me as much as I do with them.
I want love.
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Poetry"Nothing good has happened in my love life." A collection of thoughts, heartbreak, experiences, and everything related to being a sad, hopeless romantic. What can I do? Seems like the universe has this as my plan!
