love and other shits
Have you ever loved?
It is terrible.
You become vulnerable. Love opens your chest, then opens your heart, and that means anyone can get inside you and mess everything up.
You spend your whole life building walls, raising defenses, wearing a full suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you. Then some stupid person appears, just like any other stupid person, walks into your life without asking permission, and without them even asking, you hand them a piece of yourself.
And maybe they did not even want it.
Then, one day, they do something idiotic.
They smile.
They kiss you.
They look at you in a different way.
And suddenly, your life no longer belongs to you.
Love creates slaves.
It destroys you like a cancer. It devours you from within. And in the end, it still leaves you alone.
Sometimes, all it takes is a simple sentence:
Maybe we should just be friends.
Or:
We need some time.
The landmark of the end.
And those sentences turn into shards of broken glass, scraping until they pierce your heart. And it hurts. Not in the imagination. Not only in the mind.
It is a pain in the soul.
And it stays there, inside you, tearing you apart in silence.
I hate love.