THE FRAUD IN THE L WORD By: Oliyide oluwaseyi ololade

We humans wait on it,like the air we breath
Even at our detriment, We strive for it,
Its painful and sad how we wait on it,
Not stopping to think.

But wait a minute its not supposed to hurt us!
Make us guilty!
make us jealous!
Its meant to bring joy. Yes joy but where is the joy we all speak of,
looking around it looks like a disaster waiting to happen,

Trust a word so relied on yet broken without thought,

Happiness;they'll say their happy but for how long,

How long would we hurt each other,

We don't even stop to figure out why its hard,

Most run away to something they feel is comfortable just to end with the same result all over again.

Slowly we create a void,a wound; a sore which never heals.

Oh how sad,
young people walking around helplessy claiming happiness but shallow at heart
makes you wonder if its real,
Some would claim it is,but after a while they act like they are choking,
they move out only to walk into another that ends with same result,

LOVE we all call it, some don't even believe in it anymore,sad but true,some just go with the flow,

LOVE lack of its true self the reason for broken relationships,

The real essence of it forgotten,
Some would lie with it to get things out of other leaving them broken after they get what they want,

My skin crawls just thinking of it, hmmmmmmmm such pettiness at its peak,

To all out there in this fraud for all I know,

To be loved you have to love yourself first,waiting for someone to love you would only get you depressed and make you more vulnerable,

love is kind
Love is understanding
Love doesn't judge
Love doesn't see color or status
Love does not bring pain
Love does not hate or bring malice
Love is not jealous

Show love genuinely, when hurt by a person sort it out don't let pain and bitterness rule your life,you have a problem with your partner sit down talk it out. reconcile help each other grow through faults,life is too short to create a chain of heartbroken individuals who think of you worse than the devil. I hope this little write up touches you. When you feel down just say to yourself-

Am Powerful
Am Beautiful
Am Loved

Believe me hon at least 5 people love you in this world; even if it doesn't seem like it. don't get depressed over someone who's moved on to the next flavor of the year. You are a blessing to someone else, don't forget that. you know where you're going. may your paths be guided right. show love and be loved. God bless you

Shalom.

© Oliyide oluwaseyi ololade

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