Why has love become so complex,
We'd rather chip or slash,
A work of art before,
We can even admire them.

When did love become so bitter,
Your love was miniscule but your,
Hatred overflowing like hurricanes,
Mixed with waterfalls.

I open my heart so carefully like a door,
A creak or chip could damage it more,
But you rip it open like a nut,
So violently merciless it makes me numb.

Where has the love of storybooks gone?
A knight was unrealistic, pretentious,
but our fathers were hardworking, learning,
Yet you choose to throw stones in glass homes.

No matter the words I speak to you,
My voice is silenced like I am nothing more,
Than a fun experience or life lesson,
While you can take what you want from me,
Until I'm dead.