I weep for the imperfect love we humans strive so hard to find.
Does happiness abound when we grasp that elusive feeling?
It ain't that case. it ain't that easy
There we go, enveloped in new uncertainty.
A clash of personalities,
Shrouded in a sudden flurry of anxiety.
I hate the transiency of happiness.
I hate how easy tears can fall
I hate how we all have an emptiness inside us that no one can ease.
I hate how love can become so ugly.