Love is gone

I just wanna be the most important person in someone's life.

I wanna be the person that they are thinking about, when I'm thinking about them.

But you know what suck!??, realising everything and I mean everything that you believe in is complete utter bullshit, Destiny, Soulmates, True Love and all that happy ending stories and movie are just fantasies of broken people.

Like I used to make fantasies that me and my soulmate sitting beside eachother listening to music watching the golden hour go by, falling in love every second and just feeling full knowing you have someone.

Yeah that sucks.

But the thing that suck more are people, especially the people you think are your soulmates.

They just leave, ghosting you or telling a mere reason that "It's not working" and not even trying for a second chance.

But yet after this much pain, you love them so much that you can't hate them and it's the worst feeling you could have.

Affecting your personal life and everything you cared about, leaving a scar so deep that you don't trust that feeling of yours no more.

You don't trust the new people you meet that are nice to you just because what if you have to bear the same pain again.

You start to Drift away from the world and reach the end to realise you have wasted so much time on crying for a person who doesn't give a fuck.

You start going back to the world you left only to realise everything is different, you don't fit in...there is no more that old school love you believed in, now only thing there is, is LUST and the true love is gone


But still you keep searching for a survivor of this disease called LUST for year and years to just feel that feeling you lost.

Now you have learned to be alone and happy but inside you are still searching...

Maybe someday I'll find it or maybe not...but never be the victim of this disease that people don't know should be the most feared disease and a fatal one, it doesn't kill you literally but kills the human inside you and all that is left is either a monster or a empty body, most of the victims are empty bodies looking for ways to fulfill their lust.


To the person who made me write this- I have stopped trying, I'll never come back...now its your turn to try and find me.

#loveisgone #love #nolove #romanticbullshit #broken #everythingaboutlove 

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