Perfectly Loveless

It's no secret that the word love gets tossed around all too carelessly. A creative appology that feels less like a betrayal than a slap in the face. The ever thinning glue that is holding your parrents faulty marriage together. Funny how that one word alone can make or break a lengthy friendship. The irony of preparing your words as you hand her the expensive roses. Only to have your thoughtful dreams crash to the ground in flames. When you suddenly realise that she doesn't feel the same way. It's the awkward silence filler in the car when there is nothing left to say. Love is a warming selfless suicide. A mockery of feeling and emotion.