It's disgusting.

I'm so repulsed
By all of these teenage boys
With a half tuned acoustic
Serenading the pants
Off of girls who don't know
The difference between
A sweet gesture
And a sweet talker

It's disgusting.
The wide eyes and sunrise
The picnic baskets and bouquets
The hand written love letters
From boys with the worst of intentions
For the girls
With the purest of hearts

Stop it
Just ******* stop it already
That's not love
That's not even close
That's just what you're told
To believe in

Love?

Love is the *******
And the longing
Love is a cold night
With an even colder beer
Sitting alone in a bar
Wishing your sweet pea
Was closer somehow
But knowing that's nothing short of
******* impossible

Love is breaking into pieces
On the pavement in public
In mid-July
And not giving a **** who sees
Your tears staining the sidewalk chalk
Love is just another metaphor
For hopscotch

Love is a broken door
A broken window
The screaming and the spit
The blood and the sweat

Love is putting up with
All of the ****
Someone throws at you
Like a deranged chimpanzee

Love is wanting to **** someone
That you know
You could never live without

Love is injecting too much of your soul
Into someone who isn't worth
An ounce of your time
And pretending like
You're actually happy

Love is a ******* disaster.

But it's always
Always
Worth it.

*Isn't it?