Sunny December

Love
is a disease
it infects what you believe about yourself and the others you need
and love is not kind it won't smile and it won't shine
it isn't there when you need it
you can't save it you can't delete it
and love is cruel and unforgiving
and love is usually unwilling to give you back what you've been given
it will scorch the earth just 'cause you're tilling it
and like a cat that you've been petting for every day of every single week
but when you need it and you're feeling week
all it really wants to do is fall asleep
and love is viscous and love is spiteful but also it just doesn't care
so you can fight it
but when you strike at it
it will just vanish like it was never there
but believe me it's still there
just not in your shoes or heart or hair
'cause I've looked in all the obvious places and still haven't found it anywhere
but when I find it I will kill it
so that I can get on with my life
and regain composure of my posture and control of the thoughts in my own mind

because love, will break you apart

But now hate is accessible and
jealousy is free
bitterness is easy and blame comes even easier for me and lust is a game that you will always will lose
but who minds losing when each level has new contestants for you to choose
and you can yell out "okay I'm finished
I wanna win"
well too bad because winning's not up to you
all you can do is choose when to begin
to start losing something different
shaped vaguely like pride
but much bigger and much heavier and much much easier to find
and once you give that away you will know
by the sickness in your stomach and the numbness in your toes

because love, will break you apart
and love, will break you apart
and love, will break you apart
love, is hard