Fruit of love

I once heard that poetry was the fruit of love
But those who say that have never read the poetry of the heartbroken,
The lifeless,
The sad
Whos literal reason for their meaning of the painfull words they write are the exact reason of love.
So tell me how can poetry be ‘the fruit of love’ when its the exact reason it drifts people away.
Its used as deception,
“I love you,”
“But its not meant to be.”
“I thought you loved me?”

And at the finish line it all ends with  the same result.

Why waste your time on love when you can waste it on something that makes you happy

Like pizza



My life is like the color painted in a storm