i hate the word love.
i hate it so much i say "i love you" meaninglessly now.
and i also hate being in love.
i loved once and it hurt.
i learned to un-love and how to lie in love.
but if only the world had held me back from what i'd eventually learn to hate,
maybe i'd give love another chance.
maybe i'd find that there is love that i can give to someone and it'd be sacred to them that they wouldn't discard it.
with old big hopes that no longer exist within me,
my heart has officially shut down.
and i like it better this way;
better off with myself.