Their love is so fun, exciting and new,
They say love is butterflies when looking at you,
It’s refreshing, exhilarating, and honestly great,
Few things can compare to their kind and sweet dates.

But after a while, their love seems to grow cold,
We’re treated less well, like love has grown old,
No longer a blessing, we are simply a bore,
We have to ask, is this love anymore?

Does love raise its voice, be mean or unkind?
Is it really true love that puts others behind?
Their words become bitter, their love turns to hate,
We accept in our hearts that this was our fate.

We accept being used, convinced that it’s right,
Still trying to please, we continue the fight,
Blinding ourselves, we bow to their desire,
Not even realizing, we’re just feeding their fire.

Eventually we stop, we begin to hold back,
And just like that, they get up and they pack,
It seems when we fight, we lose all their trust,
Their love is only present when we give into their lust.

Broken and shattered, afraid and alone,
We build up hard walls, our weapons we hone,
No one can hurt us if we don’t let them try,
Now we are strong, we no longer cry.

Independent and strong, that’s how we stay,
Never again for love will we pay,
A healthy relationship, that’s simply not true,
For example just think, haven’t people hurt you?