Why do we love

people that cannot be ours

who give perfect butterflies in the stomachs

with hearts gone icy deliberately.

Why still love

the one that broke him

the one who dragged him down hell bound roads

Illusion of what he thought he needed

But she was just another lie.

Those in search of love

In search of replacements

Like a tortured artist

They were the lies

To keep us from being alone

This is a story, a new story

You lost me