Love can be so fucking frustrating at times I swear. It’s like a never ending cycle that I can’t escape. I’m up and then I’m down, I’m down and then I’m up, It’s just frustrating. Frustrating as FUCK. It’s frustrating when you want to love someone but can’t. It’s frustrating when you wake up and she’s the first person you think about or when you go to sleep and she’s the last person you think about, then dream about, only to wake up and have her on your mind as soon as the eyes see peaks of daylight.
It’s some real frustrating poetic based love shit. It’s FRUSTRATING to want to be the one to make her smile and it’s frustrating when her very existence is the reason you want to love. Without her love is dead, without her love is a fairy tale notion. LOVE, four letters but frustrating as fuck. Shit-fucker-fuck! hear the frustration? No. Oh OK cool. I mean is it suppose to be frustrating? love isn’t suppose to be so happy go lucky, right? Now that I think about it, I rather a frustrating love over a squeaky ”I love you boo boo holding hands on the first date sharing the same milk shake I love you after the first month” kind of love. That’s GROSS!!!! But I don’t want to be frustrated, I want to be happy in love and I want to make mistakes in love only to work it out and be more in love. I want to be her love, I want our love and create new loves. Fucking frustrations. I want a love that the gods envy, I want a love that people see and say “i want that love”. I’m not perfect, shit neither is she, but its those imperfections that make this love perfection and makes dealing with these frustrations worth it. Am I frustrated with love? You damn right! but if it’s her bringing me these frustrations its a sweet bliss I can deal with. You frustrating fucking lover…..I love you.
Tommy B.
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