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

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741