It doesn’t exist!

Love

it’s stupid

 

we’re designed to survive

And love looks like a devil

or maybe we just dress it up as one

we allow it to destroy us

and change our lives

 

we allow it to be perfect

when we are not

 

if we make love perfect

then there is no perfect

or maybe there is

a perfect

perfection

 

no idea what perfect is

but it’s not love

and it’s definitely not

me