I love you
but I do not like you
i dont like how your ego is the center of your existence
i dont like how you blame me knowing your the one to blame
i dont like how you scream loyalty knowing you're the first to walk out the door
i love you but i do not like you
so they say Love is a dream, or so it seems
A teenage fantasy lived up till sixteen
But then reality strikes, and we realize
It's just our hormones, a storm in disguise
Our hearts beat like machines, we scream and we shout
But love remains unseen, just a soft whisper out the ear
We hear it loud and clear, but we can't touch or see
It's a feeling so abstract, that it's hard to believe
So we turn to addiction, to numb the pain inside
To feel something familiar, to ease the love we hide
So let us not be blind with the thing that we admire most, instead let it be behind with all the fire and its most.
YOU ARE READING
"love"
PoetryIs it love or is it not, like the game you used to play picking the petals off the flower while saying "he loves me", or "he loves me not" until you pick the last petal only to find out if he loves you or not. you rely on that last petal.
