I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

I hate love with a Passion [ an od to you </3]

What it means to love someone, no ones knows. If you think you know what love is your wrong, love is something that cant be defined that cant be put into words. To love someone it comes from the heart. but if you had to put it in words, this is what i would say. To love someone comes from your soul, you cant stop think about them nonstop, you get butterfly's when you see their smile, or that wonderful tingly sensation when they hug you. Their kisses make you feel on top of the world they make you want to float. It makes everything better in your life...the sun...the flowers. Its better then suger plums or hot pumpkin pie with icecream. It makes the rain smell better. But for me im going to ask you a question...Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love with a passion