Let me tell you something about love
It is the overrated word in the ENGLISH vocabulary
A word so emphasized that it lives
We all, through our actions and inactions are victims of love
Like a zombie, our hearts as brains.
What is it they say?
Feelings are bitches,
Fly around like witches.
Am sure we all have stitches
From when we fell into ditches.
We do the sweetest things for love
We do the dumbest things for love
It hurts oh it hurts!
And the you that once loved is gone
And all that’s left is this demon con
This vile tyranny in your head
You do worse things that you can ever imagine
We lose who we are to whom it wants us to be.
Let me tell you about the love I have known
The worst kind of love
The one that comes with pain
It’s only sweet when she’s a she
Because she couldn’t hurt me I thought.
You see every other agent not she assigned by love
Has burnt me and will continue to
Each one worse than the last.
The kind of love I have had!
The type that gives jealousy free passage into my soul
Paranoia, low self-esteem, insecurity and pain hitched the ride
When sweet, when sour.
I want to be mad and I remember I have no right to be
And then I am sad because that I can be and there’s no care if I am.
I want to hold on but I was told not to and still I don’t know how to let go.
Am scared of what I’ll become
As I was scared of what I am now.
What do they say?
You don’t know what you’ve lost until you lose it
That’s a lie
You do know
You just love it more when you’ve lost it
That’s how vile love can be.
I am no expert on love, so please don’t take my word for it
Am just someone who has gotten to her disequilibrium.
I have fallen, I am falling
So let me tell you
I am scared I’ll become numb
And might never feel again.