Giving Lies as Substitutes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another poem about love and how much I hate it.

Submitted: April 10, 2007

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Submitted: April 10, 2007

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'Love'... The word itself sticks to the roof of your mouth.

Unflowing, almost dead sounding.

The feeling, the word, everything about it just lies.

You think you've found him.

You give it your all.

You break.

You die.

As complicated as it seems, it's simple:

You see him.

He sees you.

You fall into 'love'.

He uses you.

He breaks your heart.

He lies, tells you he 'loves' you.

It's all a joke.

He substitutes the truth witha lie, something stupid.

He 'loves' you.

'Love'... it leaves you broken.

Without a soul.

'Love'... is there really a point?

If there is, they obviously haven't let me in on it.

A joke, a lie, a broken point.

Why are we all so alone?


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