LOVE

What’s with this four-lettered word

That makes the world go round

People weak in their needs

Bank balances fed to rose leaves

High expectations and low esteem

Happy people and sad hearts

Hearts drawn by pen on paper

Cream on lattes

Fingers on dust-covered glass

What’s ironic is, that isn’t a human heart at all

Is happily ever after measured by Ferraris, song references and PDA

By Facebook status’ and social standards

By what the law states

Or religion preaches

Or By what is the general norm

On Tumblr web pages

Are we romanticizing romance

Affecting affection

Terrorizing tenderness

Culling comfort

Screwing everything that’s good.

To make it work?

A pessimistic view on love.

Since the closest we’re getting to love is

Romantic novels and movies.

Set in an utopian world of hairspray and botox.

Characters pledged to fall in love,

No matter how far they are.

Endings sealed with a happily ever after,

And kisses perfected from multiple camera angles.

Oh where is the presence of broken hearts and crushed crushes.

Broken homes and divorced marriages.

Lets hope the reels keep on turning,

The pages keep flipping.

For let the romance never end,

Since that’s all we’re getting.

Broke.

A question I’ve been having since the inception of love.

how can relationships end.

to never begin again.

even in the most tiniest of ways.

from a friendship to a gaze.

how can love stop.

to turn into nothing at all.

finite. by a few.

actions, deeds, or words.

are relationships merely contracts.

clauses of undescribed pda.

love and tender affection.

to end with the demise of commitment.

what happened to the emotions.

to the hand holding.

do you mean to say that it was nothing at all.

just a ruse?

how can two people.

who have been together.

under the bond of what they call love.

cease the existence of the other.

for the bond the brokered.

broke.

For valentines 2015

Your love was a lie,
So were your words.
So many scars you left,
On my mind and soul.

I’ll forever remember,
You as not the one to run.
But the one to do something,
For the sake of anything but fun.

And as I sit here I realise,
You never were the man for me.
Maybe a man is not who I want,
Maybe it’s girls for me.

And sometimes it hits me,
Being alone is what I want.
Away from love and the likes,
Away from the truth of it all.

Life.

This is most probably the darkest poem I’ve ever written.

Hollow hearts,

Hollow heads,

Hollowed brains,

Filled with the death.

Devoid of love,

Devoid of thought,

Devoid of actions,

They turn to rot.

Empty stomachs,

Living on air,

As sad as it gets,

It’s only our minds that have to be fed

Dying while living,

Living while dead,

This is life baby,

A few days and we’re dead.