Love Is Just A Joke

Love is not real at this time.
Not for me, not for everyone.

It is a chase,
It is just a game
For the pursuers
And the dreamers.
For the people who want
Something more,
For those who have everything else,
That gap they wish to fill
With love.

It is a remedy
For the whiners
And the criers.
Their lives are hard enough,
They want to brush over hard times
With the red paint of love,
To make everything else covered up,
They want to be blind to their problems.


It is a net
For the innocent
And the careless.
Those who cannot see
Through their own eyes.
They are swayed by the majority,
Peer pressure puts them under.
They don't know what love is,
But they strive for it anyway,
Just to be accepted.

It is an illusion
For the happy
And the hopeful.
They think love is all joy,
They think they have it at last.
When they hold hands,
Her's aren't as soft
As he thinks.
They think they have true love,
But it is only an illusion to them,
When everyone else can see the truth.

Love is not real at this time.
Nor for me, not for everyone.
I can see them walk the hallways
With their fake smiles and their clenched hands,
Forcing themselves to think it is true love.
The gifts they buy are only from shame,
Their touching lips met only by guilt,
And their dates out of a duty.
They think love is real,
But it is just a chore,
A fake, tedious chore
That infests them
And makes them blind
To the truth,
Their view of everything else skewed,
To me, their romance is just a joke.