Love Is F***ing dead.

I'm tired of pretending its not.

Love in the world is f***ing dead,

and they don’t even see the corpse-

just toss it aside like it was never s**t,

like it meant nothing in the first place.

They say love is dead, like it’s no big deal-

like it’s just words, like it’s a joke,

but I see the scars, the broken promises,

the blood that still stains the ground.

They’re quick to dismiss,

quick to forget,

call it useless, 

call it time to move on-

but love was our everything,

and now it’s just a hollow shell,

a dead thing nobody mourns.

They don’t care, 

they don’t remember,

and that’s what makes it all worse-

that love’s dead, and nobody f*****g cares.