Read hundreds of love stories,
watched thousands of love dramas,
heard a million love songs,
and it still hasn’t been enough to
convince me about l-o-v-e.
Received a few love letters,
filled with honey-laced poetic phrases,
having the same underlying message-
pretentious and delusional,
it is hard to convince me they ain’t l-i-e-s.
Committed myself to three relationships,
hopeful at least one would show me love exists,
and that I was in the wrong all along,
yet not one could make me change my mind,
nor convince me that l-o-v-e is not a l-i-e.
Deceived with tales about love,
by people centuries ago to fill empty souls;
longing for warmth and comfort,
a word simply created to satisfy the ones,
looking for an escape from reality.
A fictional word blew up so bad,
now one cannot differentiate between l-o-v-e and l-i-e-s,
they yearn for more and search in places unknown,
only to find an illusion of comfort that eludes itself as love,
which leaves some satisfied and some disappointed.
If someone walks up to me,
and asks the meaning of love,
I would simply answer:
“love does not exist and is a myth;
L-o-v-e is nothing but a L-i-e”.
World of Jeana 