Note To fucking self

Love is fucking overrated.  
 
Who wants to be the minority where relationships don't last?  
Who wants to be, that very soul who ends up being totally, Broken.
 
Love, my ass. Pure? No. Evil.  
Brings you the best of life then locks you up, secretly building your coffin.
Then you die.  
 
You've been thinking...
What did I do to deserve this crucifiction?!
Or maybe... Were you the one causing the shit, helping love destroy that person?
Its okay.. Love is shit anyways.  
I am not surprised how many disciples of love claim to have good intentions.
 
Do you even know what love is? Or are you just in love with the fucking concept?
Love. Is. Overrated.  
 
The way he held you, kissed your lips, his mouth protective against yours.
Don't forget the way he looked at you with those eyes. That same fucking soul deepening eyes that made you break all your walls. Just for him.
 
Remember. Its crucial to remember the way he peeled your clothes off the way you'd Peel mandarin, exposing your flesh, tracing your body as hes about to pluck and taste you.  
 
But for how long? How FUCKING long are you going to take to realize..
That love isn't on your side.
 
You loved him. You count your lucky starts, blewn the dandelions and plucked the flowers and you swore.. You loved him...
 
You weren't in love.
Because love is fucking Shit. You were lonely. And desperate. And superficial...
You clinged unto that very thing that was your weakness. Kindness.  
You hated being lonely... So you were in the delusion that love was on your side.  
 
When in fact...
Love is the bad guy here.
 
So note to fucking self,
 keep to yourself.  
Never be so quick to make love step into your heart, because in the end.  
You're the one being screwed over.