As I sit here in my dark living room
No one around to find comfort in
I am forced to come to terms
With the thoughts in my head
My teacher once told me...
"You come to realize that love isn't a feeling, but a choice."
Is it a choice when
You choose to fall in love
With someone that will
Never love you back?
Is it a choice when
The person you choose
Tells you that they want to be
Just Friends?
Is it a choice to be sobbing
On the hallway floor,
Helpless,
Because that same boy
That just broke your heart
Info five million pieces
Also shattered the glue bottle right next to it?
I think the worse thing
To ever experience
Is the love you have for people
When you are young
You fall so
Quickly,
Happily,
Sweetly,
Deeply,
Just for it to be crushed-
Leaving you helpless.
Love is shit.
