what is the point? if eventually we won’t wrap our limbs around each other
relieve our stresses onto and into each other
with our lips, our fingers, our mouths and other things?
or if eventually your eyes don’t sparkle to mine
if our souls don’t merge together making us one
if you won’t make your home in my heart
if your touch doesn’t shock me like electricity
or if your energy won’t get me high
what’s the point?
what’s the fun in exchanging a few fake words?
how can u stimulate my brain and my heart when you don’t even give me the chance to trust you
and if I can’t trust you then what can we build?
what are we doing here?
what’s the point?
it’s pointless, it’s stupid.
we start on such vain and shallow lust
and hope that our ideas of each other come true
or that the real deal is even better.
and if not, it’s over.
there’s nothing there to begin with
but we try to make something out of nothing..
sometimes we get bored
and seek comfort in someone else’s
fetish for our appearance, and secretly hope that it becomes something.
but what’s really the point?
what is our generation, really?
we know nothing of love.
the value that our nation once had for love is so distorted it’s disgusting
we know nothing of love,
we know of selfishness.
that’s the point.
we’re so insecure with ourselves
and when we find someone who can make us feel less shitty about ourselves, we cling on to them and use them for our own self liberation
and get mad when they leave
we’re all about ourselves
we’re all about selfishness
that’s the point.
we all find fun in fucking with each other’s feelings because we’re too tired to deal with our own and we call that “love”.
please.
theartofmadeline
2087
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