People say "believe in the power of love". Love conquers all as what I believe. But now, as love has done to me, love does not conquer all. In fact it does not conquer anything at all. It is powerless. It cannot do anything great. But at the same time, it is powerful. Powerful in a negative way. It is a very powerful destruction. It crushes you. It shuts you off. It hurts you deeply. It stabs you. It dissolves your personality. It drains you of your sanity. It snaps you from reality and fly you to heaven, only to drop you off from the sky. It picks you up from the ground only to bury you six-feet under. It puts you together, only to bomb you into mongrel pieces.
As powerful love may seem, it cannot conquer everything. For me, it cannot conquer anything at all. It is weak dealing with long distances, only freed itself when miles away. It is helpless when attacked, leaving you wounded. It is a coward when fighting, just letting him go even if you still can do something. It shuns away from the person you love, avoiding to be hurt. Does everything in its power then gives up and run away.
If love really is powerful, in a positive way, then I wouldn't be lonely now. If love can conquer everything, I would not be hurting now. I would have been happy now.. with him. I still love him, yes. I still damn love him. And fuck this shit called love, powerless, and useless. Can do nothing to make him stay. Can do nothing to bring us together. I miss him. Everyday. And I can't be saved by Love. I am left with nothing. I am left empty. Empty of him. Just full of misery.
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