Love leads to only despair.

Either a break up
or death
or loss of interest
or divorce
or an affair,
this is the end of love.

Some people tell themselves
they are in it for the experience.
They don't care how it ends
just how it went by,
but let me tell you that all actions
lead to something.

I guess I have had those good relationships
filled with love
and happiness
and now I look back
as I sit here in complete silence
wondering if it was worth it.

Was it worth the way I feel like **** all the time?
Is it the fact that you didn't do this to me?
only someone who cares would be able to do this
to me.

So i'll just sit here and read my books
and write my poems
and play my guitar,
because you don't deserve my sadness
you aren't kind enough
or smart enough
for me to be sad about what happened.
You didn't care enough
for me to give a **** about you now.