Imagine love like a warm, crunchy biscuit
a bright red cherry at the center.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Now crush that biscuit; watch it crumble.
The cherry stains your hands.
That, my dear, is love.
You still like the idea of it?
It’s not forever.
Stop being a fool. Stop living in that fantasy world.
No one will die for you they’ll choose themselves instead.
Be realistic. Throw away “forever.”
One day you’ll find comfort in your own solitude.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years.
You’ll look back and the pain will loosen its grip on you.
You vowed to fight didn't you but you lost or did you ran away when the attacks were too hard.
Don’t swallow sugar-coated lies.
They taste sweet and mean bitter things.
Slap yourself out of it. Face the truth.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
Imagine love like a warm, crunchy biscuit
a bright red cherry at the center.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Now crush that biscuit; watch it crumble.
The cherry stains your hands.
That, my dear, is love.
You still like the idea of it?
It’s not forever.
Stop being a fool. Stop living in that fantasy world.
No one will die for you they’ll choose themselves instead.
Be realistic. Throw away “forever.”
One day you’ll find comfort in your own solitude.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years.
You’ll look back and the pain will loosen its grip on you.
You vowed to fight didn't you but you lost or did you ran away when the attacks were too hard.
Don’t swallow sugar-coated lies.
They taste sweet and mean bitter things.
Slap yourself out of it. Face the truth.
Disclaimer:lm only 14 and trying to find an audience that relates of appreciates my work