Love is lying, cheating; the stealing of a heart that never should belong to you in the first place.
My heart turns to stone every time it sees the light of day, that's why I keep it tucked away.
You talk to me of love like it is something wonderful to behold, when all it does is shatter hopes and dreams.
What kind of world do we live in where it's easier to hate then it is to love.
I ask you why does love betray it's own existance?
 
The existence of love is why we fight
Why we push past those who hold us back, why we do whats right
Your heart turning to stone is a misconception, the pain is to let you know you’ve learned a lesson
You can’t have happiness without some pain
if you didn’t know one, then love and hate would both feel the same
Knowledge of one leads to the other, you have to fall and get up to keep moving further
Its easier to hate because it builds us walls, most people are weak and afraid to fall
We betray ourselves when we do this, love is always there guiding us on
 
Yet love is still the reason we hate, and hate the reason we look for love.
How can you tell me that makes it ok?
How many lives have fallen apart, all because of broken hearts?
How many hammers sounding from a trigger pulled.
Love is more than just a word.
It breaks the strong, buries the weak.
It leaves us empty, hollow shells, and ghosts to put us to bed under covers of fleeting happiness, holding onto memories.
Numb, now that's an everlating feeling, the shield that protects my walls.
Impenetrable and cold, deep within my heart of hearts.
Darkened in the name of love, tell me how fair is that?
Keep your lessons and your faith in love, I'll keep my dignity and pride intact, and plead my sanity to stay.
 
Love is not the reason we hate
Again, it’s the reason we fight to make our lives great
Love gives us a place to feel safe, a place that can be our escape
It’s why we push against those who are blinded by jealousy and greed
For jealousy and greed are the reasons why lives fall apart and why people leave others with broken hearts
They are the cause for Hate and false dignity and pride,
They are the reasons that people have died
In love, only the weak will falter and fail become numb to the touch and think life taste stale.
The strong move on, even stripped to the bone, cause in the end someones there to love them, to show them they have a home
Love is more then just a word, its a reason for living and becoming better then you are now
So give up your guns and walls, let go of your sanity and know…
Love…
Fall…
 
Don't come at me with your desires and hopes for what love could be, what you wish it to be.
"Love lift us up where we belong; all you need is love"
I don't need your sermons.
I don't want your ideals, for I have seen the darker side of love.
Seen the hirstory of destruction left in it's wake.
I have cried a thousand tears, prayed to a God I don't believe in, begged for the abuse that I thought was love.
In truth, love is a thing so hidden and so well preserved, that we ourselves don't truly know what it is.
We we're taught the ideals that it instills on us.
Our ability to sacrifice, to ignore, to pretend we don't see everything.
Instead it leaves a dagger in our back, waiting for the next person to remove it, just to do the same.
I will bleed for no one but myself, I will not be a pawn anyone, and I WILL not sacrifice for the well-being of another.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, ducktaped and bound, so everyone can see what will never break again.
 
You know what your right fuck love or anyone trying to involve them selves in your life…
How the hell am I gonna tell you to try, or give advice, When I don't give a fuck who lives or dies…
…except me
I’m the only one I should give two shits about, the rest of them…again fuck ‘em
The only a few things left for me to say…
its that when love has seen me, its turned away
So what a wonderful jolly good thing to do today, flip love and everyone the bird and find a new way
And as far as your heart on your sleeve, fuck that
Throw that shit away, it's something you won’t need…
In fact today I’m going out to bury mine,
You can come if you think you can help me,
But don’t fucking try to change my views,
Or else you won’t be coming back with me…
FUCK IT

My sentiments exactly...

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