I'm so tired of romantic love poems.
**** all the fancy ways you've found to express your love for yet another one.
As if longer words bring more meaning to hollow thoughts and innocent intention.
**** how genuine you think you can sound
without letting the cracks show through.
If the only thing that produces something
Real
is coated in department store cosmetics,
does that make it more beautiful?
And for those who flaunt their cracks like cardboard flags in the "I think I have manic depression" wind,
it's over.
*******.
I'm going to bed.