Love sucks By: E. D. Oghre

(Please note
The following is not exactly poetry
Just the ravings of a mad man (lol Just joking)
Not suitable for readers under the spell of love
Readers discretion is advised)

They say it is better to have loved and lost,
than not to have loved at all.
Let me tell you something,
That's a load of crap.
Come on guys tell me,
Who came up with that crazy idea?
What was he high on?
Who said that?
Tell me let me go and dance on his grave,
Tell me let me go and desecrate his grave,
The way love desecrated my heart.

Does he actually know how much love hurts?
Does he?
He must never have felt the pain of losing a loved one,
The crushing sadness of them not being there again!
The pain of knowing that they are gone forever!!
Hey hey idiot, (pardon my language)
What were you thinking when you said that?
The pain never leave you.

You keep drowning in the memories,
Just like an anchor,
Pulling you to the bottom of the sea,
The memories are sharks circling,
Just waiting to devour you,
The good times become torture to your mind,
The bad one knifes to your heart,
Your brain becomes a bomb,
Just waiting to explode,
Ok ok!
Calm down.

Deep breaths,
You see i was naive,
I thought love will last forever,
I believed in the fairy tale of true love,
And happy ever after,
Until life slapped me in the face,
And said 'Wake up idiot'
This is not a novel,
Now I get why the singer said;
Who needs a heart when a heart could be broken?

Certainly not me.
So if you still believe in love at first sight
And true love which lasts forever
Wake up, stop kidding yourself
Cause the first step you take into love
Will bring you to the reality that
Love sucks (in an Adam Sandler from the wedding singer's voice)

*©E. D. Oghre*

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