Love Does Not Serve Hate
Love is not a prison for manipulation
Love is not a hand full of blood or a dented boot
Love is not a magical being that leads you to some fantasy world where no one dies and nothing ever change
Love won’t save you from yourself
Love is a gift it won’t make anything better but it feels good to know that there is someone who loves you like you deserve to be loved
You have to save you from yourself
Love can break us or make us
Sometimes love is an illusion placed upon our eyes so the enemy can do as he pleases with us
The enemy comes in different forms
Sometimes it can make you feel like you are in charge of the world
And sometimes it can make you feel like your skin is the sand that cloth the earth
Shameful
Burdened
You can’t hold on to the bad stuff you got to know that life goes on and now you get to write your own story
And love is definitely not something we can use to hide from reality
because once you think you got it all figured out it bites you in the ass
And in that moment that’s the closes you can come to death
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