Love is a bitch.
Yeah, I said it.
She walks in like she owns the place,
Like she’s your answer,
Your fix,
Your forever.
But let me tell you something—
Love ain’t gentle.
She’s not soft like the songs say,
Not the rose petals and candles
They write about in books.

Love is raw.
She don’t show up at the right time,
She don’t knock before she enters.
She barges in,
Makes a mess of your life,
And leaves you standing there
Wondering what the hell just happened.

She’s got this thing—
She’s got a way of making you think she’s the one,
The one thing you’ve been waiting for.
She’ll seduce you with those eyes,
That smile that makes your heart race,
And you’ll believe her,
Oh, you’ll believe every single lie she feeds you.
She’ll tell you she’s different.
She’ll tell you, “This time, it’s real.”
But love? She’s a liar,
And she don’t care who she hurts.

Love is a bitch.
She’ll make you beg for her,
Make you feel like you need her
Like your soul’s incomplete without her,
But she’s gone faster than she came.
And when you reach for her,
She slips right through your fingers,
Like smoke, like vapor,
Like she was never there to begin with.
And that’s the thing about love—
She makes you feel like you’re the one,
Then shows you how easily she can disappear.

She’ll take your heart—
Rips it wide open,...