Can someone please tell me why we fall in love? I’m scared of heights I don’t wanna fall no more. Every time I look in those dark brown eyes I fall a little more. Cloud nines suppose to pick you up to the sky give you that good feeling, not let you fall. Falling is scary as hell I don’t want to do it! You make me have feelings I don’t want to have, you over there, you’re beautiful. Can you please leave, I don’t want to fall for you too. All these twelve year olds walking around holding their girlfriends hands saying I love you, NO  YOU DON’T! You don’t know what love is until you’re brought up to the highest point being dropped full heartedly face first, you’re dead. Love kills, somebody please point out a book where love exists without someone getting hurt. Where the best friend doesn’t fall in love with my boyfriend. Where a husband doesn’t cheat on his wife with her sister. Love kills! I can look you in the eye sayin I think I was in love once, only with the wrong guy. There is no right guy, my mommas 51 been married three times never found, the right guy. My dad hasn’t found the right girl either, she doesn’t exist. Human beings weren’t suppose to last, that is why humanity is dead. Look around! When was the last time you did a generous act without thinking you were going to get something in return, humanity is dead! Love kills, humanity is dead, this world is going to blow up, guess what, I won’t miss it anymore! Do you think you could be in love with someone who doesn’t support equality, who is racist, sexist, or doesn’t believe in the same God as you? Do you think you could love someone who has killed a man, believes in an eye for an eye, or thinks a man should be able to tell a woman what to do with her body? You sir, in the front row, could you love a stripper or a *******, a woman who sold her body over to take care of her child? Ma’am in the back row, could you love someone who spends their very last cent on alcohol or drugs? This is the group of people you have to choose from. There is no more color, it’s black or white, day or night. Noon is just a part of history, dear historians put noon in your books. Humanity is dead, love kills.

It’s like I’m a little kid again my ice cream fell on the ground. I went from nothing to something back to nothing in a blink of an eye. My something wasn’t just anything. It wasn’t a food or animal, a shoulder to cry or hand to hold. From day one I knew it was going to disappear. Like a snowman, building it was the most fun I’ve had in years, having it around made me smile every time I looked at it. Then comes the day the sun came out, slowly melting through my finger tips. Time and time again I try to rebuild it, the sun gets hotter though. Not hotter like good looking, the suns ugly, that’s why you can’t look at it without your eyes hurting. Any way, the sun became a problem, it would hid behind clouds manipulating everything in its path. I guess you could say the suns a *****. All I ever wanted was my snowman to sit outside my house peering in my window making me smile whenever I needed it. All I ever wanted was a friendship that didn't melt unless it was melting my heart. That **** sun gets in my way all the time, maybe I want a snowy day to rebuild my snowman for once. Dear sun, please get over yourself, you don't have to be the center of attention all the time. You sure as hell don't have to melt away all the good things in people lives so you can feel good. I'll never forget the day the sun cheated on my snowman or kissed another boy. ***** be gone, I want a storm.