1:47 a.m. soliloquy

There's too much and too little to say about love

I'm not even sure where to start

I think I'm in love

but aren't we all fickle, lovesick fools

we write love in pencil

and our erasers are all worn out 

Love is a two way street they say

but this two way street has a stop sign

I kept going 

but you made a U-turn

I fell like a plane crash

nose diving too sharply

I knew I was on fire 

but I didn't know I was burning

I am yet to bust the myth of love

how will I ever know if mine is real?

it hurts, oh yes it hurts

but is it the pain of a love lost or the absence of love?

is there even a difference

I hate knowing that they're out there

breathing

sleeping

dreaming

dreaming about someone else

or nobody at all

they don't care about me anymore

they don't think about me anymore

just last week they said they loved me

I didn't know love had an expiration date

or I wouldn't have bought it

But hey, love doesn't have an absolute maximum

and high school relationships are like jelly filled doughnuts

some people like em

but they splatter all over your favorite shirt and leave a sticky stain

and honestly they're full of sh*t

(pardon my french)

True love isn't a light switch

and if they loved you, they'd treat you right

that four letter word will be what tears you apart

and stitches you back together

So please,

stop putting your quarters in and hoping what you want comes out

their words were just instant oatmeal propaganda

they want it too, but not with you
it's time to move on
it's time to forget
it's time to just love what's best for you
and wait for the best to love you back.