Love, Oh Love

What will I write Today?

"There's Only two endpoints of love in life, heartbreak or death. Try to enjoy the journey, not think of the destination" - Anny.

Love, oh love, the crazy drug, and you, you're the one that keeps giving. It feels good, like someone on chilled vodka, or a weird name of a weird cocktail the mixologist gives and keeps giving. You feel so good when it starts, at some point, I begin to believe that my problems are not real.
I don't blame love, I blame you. yes, you that keeps giving. Stuffing love down my throat while you having nine, drinking crystal clear water, and telling me it's vodka. You made me drunk by misleading me when you had no intention to drink the same cup you gave me. Then you made me drunk, smiled, and stole from me.

You, may love never come when you need it the most, May misfortunes flow in your veins instead of blood. May God, never forgive you for breaking my heart.