Love’s a Bitch

Don’t you just hate it
when the person you first found to be fascinating
becomes an object of your judgmental scorn?
That mole on their cheek
that you found so endearing
now becomes a hideous blemish
to their already gross face.

Songs that once gave you pleasant memories
beautifully amplified with their association
only to be turned sour
your favorite U2 song
now a source of heavy heartache
and crappy Chris Brown songs
become that much crappier.

Infatuation is deadly.
and Love…
Love’s a bitch.

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