Iris Rain


Love Should Not Be


Love shouldn’t be so hard.

Love shouldn’t tear a person up inside.

Love shouldn’t cause so much regret, and “should have been”.

Love shouldn’t make you want to cry out loud in a soundless, unstoppable scream.

Love shouldn’t be cruel, make you want to hurt and destroy the one you love.

Love is the abyss, an unfathomable depth of darkness, and bottomless despair.

Submitted: Sunday, March 14, 2010

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  • Brenda Arroyo (3/16/2010 1:42:00 PM)

    This is so true...
    Love should never be any of these things...
    And quite in fact, should be the opposite...

    'Love is the abyss, an unfathomable depth of darkness, and bottomless despair. '

    and even in the darkness of your mood... you put it together wonderfuly.
    Great job, Iris Rain. (Report) Reply

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