The Truest Love

Love is selfish, love is mean,

viscous jealous, envy-green.

Sometimes… maybe? never blind,

never selfless or thoughtful and kind.

See the shallow; sure it’s fun,

I’m sick of love, lovesick I’m done.

For one love can never do

She’s the one and I’m one of two.

She’s a drug, I’ve never dealt

with losing love; I lost myself

Never love it hurts too much.

I’ve got to love, I love the rush