Love who you choose
If everyone is meant to have a soulmate,
then why is everyone still searching.
All around the world hearts a being broken,
healed,
and the taken again by another lover.
The world is screwed up.
Everyone says spread the love,
but how can you spread the love
if you have no more love to give?
Life is messed up.
Love is messed up.
Boys are protective, and girls are obsessive.
Loving someone is a privilege, not a right.
They picked you.
This poem is about:
Me