Let me simplify everything for everyone. Love is shit. And everyone that believes in it is simply fucked.
Now I elaborate.
You love someone right, it's not a matter of if they will fuck up. It's a matter of when they will fuck up. And when they fuck up, you get fucked. Believe me, no one is perfect.
But getting fucked is not that complicated. That's the thing, something so little like this girl I know who wants to settle down. Everything is okay, but the guy wants a kid the chic doesn't. Something to do with the blood group and what not. Cut long story short, guy left girl. Girl is hitting on me.
Eight year relationship. The moment the guy steps. Hey Bobby. What are you up to, at 2am, I know what that means. Think about it that could be your girl. You know she is crying, but in whose arms? And you would never know, cause I don't kiss and tell. She will suck my dic, and kiss you lips. Ask me where love is again? In the toilet. NkT!
You are in love right? I laugh at you. It's always an anticipation, am in love with you until you break the simplest of promises. When you do am throwing your clothes out of the window plus your bags.
She is breaking your t.v screen and any other breakable in the house.
And that moment will come, cause we all break promises sometimes. Only difference is that when you are young and in love, you suck up. You break a promise and you beg for forgiveness. But as time goes, arrogance sets in. I did that, so...I really don't care.
The only thing that holds water is sex. Sex never disappoints (to those who use rubber). Between sex and love?
Sex is simple, girl likes boy, girl has sex with boy. Boy thinks girls hair stinks, boy never has sex with that girl again. They become text buddies.
Sex is simple. One girl disappoints boy. Boy gets another girl for the night. Girl prepares breakfast, boy feels like buying girls shoes all the time.
Bring in love. Complicate everything. Girl wants to go out. Girl tells boy friend. Boyfriend says yes, like he doesn't know what clubbing and the nightlife is about. But boy says yes, then boy dies in his bed alive.
You think love is about someone to hold, any girl will hold you when you having sex. At least they are more assuring. They never fail to show up, cause if they don't you simply replace. But when you have all love in your space, if she is not available that day, you hold yourself.
If your life starts getting fucked up, things don't go your way, guess what, at some point everyone but your blood will leave you. It is upon yourself to get yourself up, not upon the one you love.
Cause the one you love loves you cause you are beautiful, and he tells you this, wait till you use the wrong cream on your face then it's all fucked up. Show me who is going to hold your hand.
Love? Sex? ---your choice.
