What is Love

Love? That stuff’s make believe.

Imagine putting your heart on your sleeve. Exposing a pain that no one else could see but that person who you trusted. That person who you cared for. Lol love. It’s a poison that I don’t plan on dying of. A cage that I refuse to be imprisoned by. A torment that my soul will not endure. It’s a cold cold world and I refuse to believe even for a second that this feeling that is constructed by make believe literature and idealistic hopes for the future is enough to raise the temperature and break the ice that holds the heart of man.


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