Love isn't cruel.
Love isn't kind.
Love doesn't live pristine in your head.
Love isn't harsh.
Love is his left there,
And your right foot here.
Not eating from each other,
Just sharing a plate of ugly meals.
Love isn't hold her hand.
It is as selfish as the mice in your attic.
Love isn't wait for her,
Hold on to the trees till he gets back.
It is as unstable as a dangling rope.
Love doesn't know your name.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC