love doesn’t mean a thing

because apparently

in modern society,

it can be claimed 

through money.

With every passing day,

I fear for the future

that by the time 

I’m ready to love again,

it will no longer exist.



“I love you”

he barked.

It wasn’t sincere

nor remarkably sweet,

It sounded more

like a growl from a beast.

It made her wonder

it caused her to think,

that the man she once loved

was no longer the same.

From lust to dust,

and melody to sneer,

it was a complete devastation

from someone so beat.