we seek comfort in each other's grasp and kind words.

we are weak willed and we thrive on others' attention.

we are creatures near mindless when in face of love.

when all that love does is make us feel pain.

it brings destruction in a cynically ugly form of beauty.

we do not understand, however, that love is not true.

we fear hate but love the thing that causes it.

love isn't true to me or to anyone that breathes.