I hate anything that causes me pain
I prefer to walk away, and plan my revenge
call me passive aggressive
That’s why I find that love… romantic love
is such an arduous task.
For you see, in such endeavors you open yourself up for attacks…
you are weak.
They say you find strength and safety in numbers.
…Well two is just too fair… and even.
To win such odds you need to deal underhand…
Which is why, I will smile sweetly yet,
not realizing that it’s just driving the knife in deeper
…Until it is too late
too, too late to turn back.
And so, I find I hate anything that causes
too much pain
too much trouble
just too everything
What do the young and heartless know of romantic