To you I offer my two cents

Of love which at times makes no sense

Nonsense you might think

But love ceased to spread like ink

Since the dark ages

We’ve been living like savages

You want them when they don’t want you,

Soon as they do feelings change.

We tend to love people that hurt us

And hurt people that love us,

It’s confusing,

At times disgusting,

At times amazing,

At times it grips you, flings you to the ends of the world

At times it grips you & sucks the life out of you

At times love is just love.

At times no love found means no love lost.

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