Life has a way of making fools of even the smartest mind and love is its greatest weapon.
life has a way of teaching us  the lessons we try hardest not to learn and even when we see the hit coming from a mile away, it still hurts like a motherfkr on impact.
hit one: being in love with someone you know sooner or later will replace you.
hit two: praying for that one in a million chance to move up from side chick to main *****.
hit three: knowing this side chick **** is hard while being the **** of  life's biggest joke, thinking I'm in love.

I am so confused on how does love works,
Even if I thought of it hard,
I still go back to the old definition and words,
But nothing really sunk in my mind.

How do we fall for someone?
It's as complicated as finding the right rhyme,
It must feel right, good, perfect;
Perfect to be in a poem to make meanings,

But not everything rhymes,
Not all is meant to sound nice,
Although, they can put meaning to it;
And make the imperfect perfect,

Opposite attracts, Like poles repel,
That's the science law;
And same feather flocks together,
That's what philosophers said,

You see?
Understanding love is more complicated than science and math,
It couldn't be solved by any formula just like that
There's no wise mind, no genius, no protege,

We became fools because of it,
Weak and vulnerable because of it,
Stupid and **** because of it ,
All of this for something we can't even define,

Love is love,
Love is happy,
Love is pain,
Love is you,

But we all contradict these when the rollercoaster started,
When things go up, down, upside down,
Trying to shake you and see how far you can last,
How long will you be able to hold.

"Please don't be so kind-",
In August I used to say,
"You'll spoil me wild",
Oh look, it's already May.
"All humans behave the same; selfishly",
I told you that's what I thought.
But for you, sheepishly,
Several angels on my shoulder I fought.

Now you know me well,
And you seem quite bored.
You are compelled,
To look at the next best name on the board.
I am forced to ponder
Are you bluffing now, man?
My thoughts wander,
Looks like your concern was only a sham.

Is being warm to people not a nice thing to do?
For me, you have been such a ******.
Perhaps like everyone else and you,
My selflessness should have been slimmer.
While this royally consumes me from within,
Now I am convinced that my kindness is a sin.