Love doesn't exist.
It simply doesn't.
And if it does, its not what it's marketed to be.
Like one of those tacky dollar store Christmas chocolates.
The wrapper is shiny and colorful and perfect,
And you open it and realize that its the shittiest thing you've ever had.
That's love.
It's cheap.
It's shitty.
It doesn't feel good.
It sucks so fucking much,
And when you learn to live with that is when you learn true happiness.
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Book of Surviving Poems
PoetryI decided to write poetry. This will help when I'm feeling overwhelmed by my emotions. So stay with me... because you're about to take a peak into my life.
