warning.
When I was six years old,
I used to love love.
I used to love love more than anyone could ever love love.
I was certain that there was only one guy out there for me. My soulmate. My endless flame.
A few years went on and I turned ten.
I loved love a bit more.
I would watch fairy-tales like it was my religion
And overwhelm my soul with how beautiful it was that every princess found her prince
and I was certain that I would find my own.
A few more years went on and I met a boy.
And oh, what a boy he was.
He was the boy out of a fairy-tale.
And he made me love love more than any person could ever love love.
It was not puppy love. It was the kind of love that made your hands shiver,
that kind of love that made your breath begin to fade into darkness,
that type of love that made your heart wander off into another galaxy.
I loved him more than anyone could have ever loved anything before.
Years went on, and I was convinced that he was still my very own fairy-tale prince,
In fact, he was more than a prince -
He was every drop of my bleeding heart.
But that was long ago and far away.
I am now 19, and I hate love more than anyone could hate love.
I was foolish for all these years to imagine that love was enough.
Love is only meant for pages of romance novels and lines of musical ballads,
Love is nothing more than a vicious lie that steals every last cell of your heart,
It has made me numb. It has made me bitter. And it has made me colder than ice.
I wish I knew all this back in the day when
I was six yeas old,
And I used to love love.