That I shouldn't write my poetry about the curse I know as love?
Each time I have written a poem about a "Lover" that it goes to the stagnant waters; the same green grass or moss that has shattered me each time I jump from that bridge.
There is no such thing as rising into love.
It's always falling into love.
Like a circus game, I am the clown that everyone fears, including myself.
The clown that gets tomatoes thrown at for some silly, little game.
Why the fuck is it always me?
My own learning experience for only the population to be raised up by a little.
Love is for other people, but definitely not me.
Maybe Bella was right, fucking around with no strings attached would be fun.
In the words of Blackbear, "So let's just fuck no strings attached."
Love is just a game anymore.
I'm losing it too.
Live just isnt for me.
All I know for love is pain and abuse.
Just fuck love.