They say love is your life's kit.
They say love is amazing.
To that I say it's a load of bullshit.
To that I say it leaves a disgusting sting.
Love is meant to be true,
real, make you feel alive.
All it does for me is make me blue,
sick, and dead inside.
At first I defied my love for him,
at first I thought it was just severe fancy.
But now I can't wait to have his kin,
I didn't want to become that type of pansy.
I accepted it after a month or two,
it was too late to say I wouldn't.
Once he entered my brain all I could think about was you,
you spring up out of the blue, to say it's easy to stop thinking of you I just simply couldn't!
But now my love is hurting,
now I am constantly angry.
I hate imagining you seeing every girl and thinking of flirting,
you ask if I'm okay and I say "I'm fine and Dandy".
But I'm not.
I am in the worst form of my life.
With this love malarkey I've had my lot,
I cannot handle any more of this strife.
Do you know, my hated dear?
Do you know how much I crave you at night?
Losing you is my ultimate fear!
Talking to you is my only light.
They say love is euphoria.
They say love leaves you without a clue.
My love is gorgeous, smart, and my utopia.
I just wish my love wasn't you.
