It’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us,

I don’t care how many Instagram likes you get now,
I don’t care about how many repost you receive,
see all those likes aren’t loves and love is all that matters,
so what the fck does any of that really matter to me,

or you,
or us,
or what,
what the fck,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us,

how have we become just fading memories of each other,
how can we repair what we’ve broken,
my God nothing is forbidden,
I mean I came inside of you when you opened,
my seed entered your belly,
we went way past the point of *******,
and the now you act as casual,
as if we’d only exchanged a conversation,

but we exchanged much more than that,
we exchanged Life and it’s essence,
I gave you my seed you gave me a reason to breathe,
but what did we get in exchange for that,

nothing,

nothing but a memory,
of a fracture in a heart that’s been broken,
nothing but a bit more inspiration,
to use as fuel to put these words into these poems,

and so what,
so now we have these words to last as emotional memorials,
from I time when we still felt,
from a time when emotions still held a place in our Selves,

oh well,
I guess there’s no turning back now,
we’re on a Death March to the Blackness of Nothingness now,
and we got here somehow but I don’t know how,

wow,
what the fck,
show me something of interest,
and when I ask you why tell me just because,

because,

none of this matters,
other than the art we create,
and if you’re an uncompromising artist as well,
then you can relate to my current emotional mental state,

wait,
no fck that get going,
this is your life no one is going to live it for you,
so do something that at least seems important,

because there are no rules,
all parameters are gone,
kiss love fck forget,
everything’s your choice,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆