This ones for all you people who can’t seem to comprehend that pain is inevitable, it’ll come and it’ll hurt and it’ll pass eventually when you find someone else or something else much better suited for you. Granted I don’t want to belittle pain, but love doesn’t **** because one person ruined it. It ***** because you stopped believing momentarily.
Shake off the pain and learn to love again. Love is more beautiful, if I can even claim to know or understand love, when you know how it is to be loveless. You appreciate things more when they're gone, love entirely being one of them.

I would also like to state that the notes are mine, the poem is not.