To love

It's 5:26am. To love is to be willing to die with a broken heart. Loving someone is a mistake, you know the right person may be in your eyesight. Yet your eyes deceive you, love can be a plague. A plague, that gnaws on your flesh from the inside. Soon enough, your muscles begin to spasm, your motions begin to slow, and you begin to feel less. It's blinding, isn't it? The love that blinds you to reality. The holes in your life, that seem to be filled with unimaginable heart, and soul. Fuck love, it should not be for us, it is for the others, the mounds of flesh that permeate our society. Fuck love because what it does for them, will never be done for us. Love isn't for people like you and me, we are the outliers, the ones who observe the cancer, and long for the outcry of help. Fuck love.