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Virginia Cairns

Rookie (June 25,1993 / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Joking About Love


What many people don't realize
Is how a joke can really hurt people

It may seem funny to you
But may cause others emotional pain

What is the worst topic though?
To each person, the answer is different

The main ones are racist, love and weight
The one that to me most is love

Why do I say love you ask?
When all of the others are terrible

Because out of all those subjects
Love is the one that affects us in every day life

Love is why people commit suicide
Love is why people are so incredibly happy

Joking about love
Is like joking about death

It's not funny at all
It's very cruel indeed

But what joke is cruelest about love?
The joke of falsity

Pretending to care
Faking emotions hurts the worst

Saying 'I love you'
Touching me passionately

Hurts terribly worse than anything
More than death itself

Saying 'you're my lover'
Mumbling 'I only want you'

Then laughing in my face
Makes me beg for death

That joke is cruel
Justice is non- existant

To you I beg
To you I cry on bended knee

Please don't joke like that anymore
Don't slowly kill me ever again

The pain is too much to bare
It's slowly eating me alive inside

Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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