Poems That Fixed The McDonald's Ice Cream Machine

why love?

Why is it that when you love someone they hurt you?

Why is it that when you say you will move on you can't?

Why is it that liking anyone else feels like you are cheating on them?

Why is it that even when all your friends say they are bad for you, you still love them?

Why is it that when they say they don't like you, and you feel a lot of pain, you still love them?

Why is it that you want them to be happy beyond all rationality, even if it hurts you?

And most of all why is it that you can never change it?

That you have no choice of it?

That you love who you love, no matter what, and you never got to choose?

And if you never get to choose, then why the hell are they always bad for you?

Or not interested in you?

Why Love?

Why?