So it turns out the movie I watched last night was right. Love doesn't exist. It can't.
It's all hormones and lust until the well runs dry.
Sometimes it runs dry for one person and not the other.
Sometimes both.
Either way, it doesn't last, it's all a fairytale like religion or faith or god.
There is no god. No love. No reason.
Fuck this.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
