life's all a mess and fvcked,
everything is all messy,
in the name of love;
love that I was told is sweet,
seems like it was all lies,
lies from queer imaginations

love only leaves me hurt,
my heart bleeds
and aches painfully,
it's broken never to be fixed,
a scar printed boldly,
to remind me of love

I wish to love again,
but I'm scared of detachments,
there's no reason to love,
why get hurt,
when experience remains to
be my best teacher?
wouldn't want another scar,
I'm definitely scared

I'm sorry my love,
I was never good enough
and maybe I forced it all,
I'm just not sure,
what went wrong,
seems like they chose to bottle it up,
and this hurts more

it's vivid,
love no longer exists,
fake is everywhere,
and many are used in the name of love,
and I opt to watch out,
real is hard to get; it's rare ,
if one day I get hold of it,
I won't let go

no matter how I try,
it all vanishes,
like as though it never existed,
a broken hurt soul emerges,
unable to fix themselves,
no matter how much you try to
figure it out nothing makes sense,
and self destruction starts

One day I'll heal and love again,
but For now, I'm a dying soul in action

© dolph.thee.poet
@Writco
@shivabh1996