Nobody writes about the messy parts of love;
The ugly parts, the parts nobody wants to know.
But it’s necessary to know these things,
To not be fooled by a false perception
That love is magical and void of faults.

Nobody warned me that my first love
Would be my longest, and hardest.
They didn’t tell me that I would spend weeks
Crying over him, years waiting for him
Until I finally had enough.

Nobody told me that  I would fall in love
Multiple times with different types of people.'
That the ones I fell in love with
Would leave marks in my mind
And scars on my heart.

Nobody warned me that my second love
Would break my heart into a million pieces.
They didn’t tell me that he would leave the biggest scar;
That not even soap and water can wash off
The places he held me, kissed me, loved me.

Nobody told me that I would fall in love regardless of distance,
That I would find my best friend miles away,
And fall in love with an intensity that could burn down a forest.
Nobody told me that I would find almost-perfection
In the heart of a desert.

Nobody warned me that my third love,
The one that’s supposed to be the charm,
Wouldn’t last; that all our talk of forever
Would go down the drain
Because distance really does put a damper on things.

And lastly, nobody warned me that my current love
Would be so hung up over someone who doesn’t love him
With the intensity that I do.
Nobody told me that I would be so jealous,
And cry this much over someone who’s supposed to make me happy.