Lana D R
poem by:
ScarKit
Written
on Sep 11, 2018
Love is so fading.
Inevitably going to at some points be deceiving.
That's why they call it fleeting
That's what love is.
Fooled again,
once more.
But your guards are up now.
how am I
to ever get to your core,
If love always feels like a chore.
I love you,
no more
Fools again
Once more
When did love start to feel like a chore
I can’t distinguish the good girls from all the whores
Not that it matters
So i bleed myself out on white sheets to analyze my blood splatter.
Why the fuck does it matter if someone else hurt your feelings.
Don't make me hurt and suffer for another mans beatings.
Inherently, we've learned to learn from our mistakes.
Only problem is, it never was your mistake,
It was the deceit of one you gave love to.
Never reciprocated.
Never understood.
Next time you argue,
Remember
If you love them
Wonder if you love yourself.
Is it compromise they are working towards.
Admitting false and bringing resolution.
Or are they blaming you.
Creating desolation.
How much patients do you have.
How much do you love another.
Teach them conflict resolution.
Teach them to love.
Teach me how to love
Taught me what love isn't.
