Love is Gruesome

A poem I wrote

Love is complicated, it is cliché, the same repetitive metaphors, the same repeated romantic stories. 

Love is nothing but overly complicated too many feelings, too many strings 

I’m starting to think love is a waste of time 

Love is like taping a broken bone back together and hoping that it heals properly 

Love breaks an already broken heart even more 

Love hurts, it breaks you 

The rose-colored glasses blind you from how love actually is. 

Love can ruin families and friendships 

Love is bitter sweet, it helps and hurts people. 

Love makes you give up your dreams and goals 

Love makes you do unthinkable things. 

Love is unforgettable, it makes you feel so many things, 

Love makes you do stupid things and it makes you waste time.