Love...wotever

Look attcha
bleeding or bleating about this 'Love'
A fantasy sold by Hollywood
as corporate now as your clothes

Butterflies are but fleeting
all are dead by winter
to rot upon the ground
your 'Rom-Com' aint gone..it never existed

Greed an lust, desire for more
the unobtainable her or him
Blind to wots somtimes in front of your nose
go write it  in another shitty prose

Love is not about YOU