I want you to know the truth about love, you deserve it.
I want you to understand the beauty of life, you need it.
They say you are too imperfect to be loved,
Too broken to be heal,
But When they gather in their small cubicles,
They dream about this imperfect you.
I know it hurts to be lonely and nothing I say can change the past
But I hope you can spot the difference between fuckboys who disguise as nice guys,
Or runs girls who will stop at nothing to run you down.
Often times, their actions don’t align with their words,
They make you believe they care,
Use your head to practice their acting skills
And leave you empty once they are done with their mission.
Love is not like that,
It may hurt but it forgives,
It may not be perfect, but it inspires progress.
Love is not a fuck-game or a competition,
It is timeless, and has no boundary.
Love is not something we postpone for tomorrow,
It’s the air that fuel the joy of today.
This poem was originally posted at findjoy