love is dead.
the liberation of emotion with divorce rates soaring,
comes in a march of women and men unafraid in sexuality,
though there is a backlash, our society embraces our ability
to act like we don't care, to act like we don't need somebody.
and the truth is, we really don't.
love is a joke.
love in the 21st century is a funny little thing,
we're a generation of memes, weed and apathy
so don't give me poison like 'i love you' and feelings
in the annals of the modern age, it's hereditary
to break your own heart before anyone could.
love is ruthless.
the previous gods and monsters before us,
wreck the earth and fill it with their dust,
before coherent thought are even a fixture,
and say 'fix it, please' but what if we prefer it in pieces,
what if we thrive in destruction?
love is mean.
the only thing my parents taught me about love,
is how many pieces a heart can break into.
as i prick my finger on the glass shards of their marriage,
and become the girl who laughs in the face of anything pure;
i'm convinced love in the 21st century
doesn't actually exist.
(but did it ever?)
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STILL MAKES MORE SENSE THAN FUCKING MANGOES.
favourite line?
'break your own heart before anyone could'.
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
Poetrya compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy g...