Love Is Not Real

Does love really exist?
Just because we feel it.
Or is it just our need to not be alone?
Our minds find someone that we think we are compatible with.
And then it tells our hearts that we love.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
I thought I loved you.
I needed you.
I was addicted to your body.
Your pussy, your kiss.
I loved that ass. Those breasts.
But love is not real.
I wanted to marry you.
To give you my children.
But love is not real.
I needed you. Your body. I lusted for you.
But love is not real.
I wanted to make you feel like the woman that you did not deserve to be.
I wanted to feel like the queen you were not.
The goddess you could never live up to.
But love is not real.
I swore I loved you.
I gave up friends and sacrificed family for you.
I gave up myself for you.
But love is not real.
I swore I was nothing without you.
But I was everything I needed to be.
I gave myself to you.
I lost myself.
Now I really am nothing.
Because love is not real.
Because love is not real.
Love is not real.
I scream fuck you to the sky,
with you on my mind.
Because love is not real.
I get drunk to have good times.
Because love is not real.
I know the truth.
Love is lie.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
LOVE IS NOT REAL!
I need to feel in love again.