That thing called "Love"
Love is not a thing, but a state of mind.
It doesn't think, nor care.
It's not something that can be tamed, nor can be owned.
It doesn't want, but need, as primal as it can be possible.
It's the one thing we all require, a deep seeded addict on.
It may be blind, but it's not deaf.
It doesn't reason, for why should it have to?
It begs, but doesn't whine.
It drives us, and destroys us.
It creates relationships, and breaks them.
It hurts, but we enjoy the pain.
It kills, but it's no murderer.
This thing called love, doesn't exist, not for me.
I don't, can't, and won't believe in it...as it doesn't believe in me
Never has, never will.
~ James (Jayrob420)
It doesn't think, nor care.
It's not something that can be tamed, nor can be owned.
It doesn't want, but need, as primal as it can be possible.
It's the one thing we all require, a deep seeded addict on.
It may be blind, but it's not deaf.
It doesn't reason, for why should it have to?
It begs, but doesn't whine.
It drives us, and destroys us.
It creates relationships, and breaks them.
It hurts, but we enjoy the pain.
It kills, but it's no murderer.
This thing called love, doesn't exist, not for me.
I don't, can't, and won't believe in it...as it doesn't believe in me
Never has, never will.
~ James (Jayrob420)
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I made this, slightly on the spot, when i was reading all the "Relationship Problem" statuses on facebook. I placed it on face book, but it's far more trimmed down then this one. I'm not to sure what to classify this as, so I placed it here as a free verse poem, and hoped for the best. I hope y'all enjoy it.