love
what a ******* disaster
you fall hard and inevitabley
get broken
by the love object
who doesn't love
or
they fall for you too
only when it fades    for them
they seem to accept it
with indifferance
not too much later
turning their eyes to ever younger prettier fresh flesh
happy to tell you what an old interest you've become
and "what else did you expect everyone does it"
well I don't
won't
can't
accept that
why?
it's not as if I am out of touch
with reality
no teenager me
love in spite of that
too intensely
how I wish I could
not love
as much
in love is as lonely   as
out of it
when your in it
alone