Love...what a beautiful thing,
a heartless thing.
No one prepares you
for the love people give,
or what they tell you is love.
They say they love you,
adore you,
would do anything for you,
even destroy you.
And slowly, quietly,
they are killing you.
Not with hands,
but with words shaped like perfection,
with rules dressed as care,
with cages built from “what’s best for you.”
They drown you
in the silence of control,
in the absence of freedom,
until all you want
is air.
Love,
how it changes
house to house,
person to person,
heart to heart.
Are we all breaking from love?
Smiling through it,
carrying guilt
for hating something
that was supposed to protect us?
Is it me?
Should I love harder,
quieter,
better?
Or am I just finally speaking
against something
no one wants to question...
because love,
sometimes,
kills.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
Love...what a beautiful thing,
a heartless thing.
No one prepares you
for the love people give,
or what they tell you is love.
They say they love you,
adore you,
would do anything for you,
even destroy you.
And slowly, quietly,
they are killing you.
Not with hands,
but with words shaped like perfection,
with rules dressed as care,
with cages built from “what’s best for you.”
They drown you
in the silence of control,
in the absence of freedom,
until all you want
is air.
Love,
how it changes
house to house,
person to person,
heart to heart.
Are we all breaking from love?
Smiling through it,
carrying guilt
for hating something
that was supposed to protect us?
Is it me?
Should I love harder,
quieter,
better?
Or am I just finally speaking
against something
no one wants to question...
because love,
sometimes,
kills.