Love is a terrible word,
It only spells out disaster.
Sometimes it creeps up on you
Like death at your door;
Other times it surprises everyone.
Eagerly it awaits your reply
But what if you don’t want love?
What if you want it dead?
Love tears me apart,
Grinds me piece by piece.
It destroys my soul
Demolishes my every hope,
Annihilates my will to live.
Love sickens me, nauseates me
To the brink of destruction.
I cant stand it
I hate it,
I loath it.
Love… such a terrible word.