More poetry I suppose

Love
Its such a weird concept
Because if I love you, logically you should love me
But that's not how life works
Life will make you cry and cry
Life will make you want to love
Life will make you want to die
Life will make you believe it's real
When it's just some dumb ideal
An ideal that's simply fake
Unreal beyond imagination
It's all fake.
You have a girlfriend.
Yet you act like she's pretend.
You act like she's not real
And if I told her I can only imagine how she would feel.
It's not cheating
I think
It's just platonic
I think
You just started talking to me
When did that start?
You never talk to me
Maybe I started to get pretty?
I know that you only talk to pretty girls
So maybe I'm one of them
And you know I hate all your friends
Do why keep talking to me?
Maybe you just want to be my friend
But if we're like this
I'll only pray for your relationship to end
End so I can try to be with you
Because I love you.
I think.
Maybe love isn't even real.
Maybe it's just a word to describe how a person can feel
But even if it's not and you treat me like shit
I know my messed up soul will enjoy it.

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