Love

Love isn't what it used to be.

Now love shows up at your door

late at night, without the promise of forever.

Love doesn't smell

of cologne anymore;

Love reeks of alcohol, instead.

Love doesn't cook Sunday breakfasts

anymore; Love takes an Uber at 8 am

from your place, instead.

Love doesn't write long love letters

with cute postcards anymore;

Love slides into your DMs at 1 am

and pretends to be in love instead.

For Love, labels are overrated.

Love doesn't have the time to call

but has all the time in the world to

swipe on dating apps, all day.

Love shows up late for dates and

leaves you with empty promises.

Love will share his childhood trauma

but won't share his phone's passcode.

Love's hurting from the inside.

Love is scared of... love.

So before you feel the same way,

Love ties his shoelaces,

and before you can even wake up,

Love walks away.

You wake up alone

on your queen-sized bed.

You hug your pillow tightly.

You make yourself a warm bowl of soup,

and continue finding love on a 5-inch screen.

Hopeless romantics like you never learn.

Do they?