Life is a simulation, but self-love is a game.

This is one of the many poems I wrote for my creative writing class. I fell out of love for writing once I got into college and dealt with a lot of crap that I am slowly writing again. All of my poetry is up for interpretation. Whatever you think it means it means. So most of the poems will not have a description at all. Maybe a song to listen to if I can think of one but nothing to describe the poem.