Giving Up On Love Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Is it worth it?
The hassle, the headache, the emotional rollercoaster coaster ride.
Chasing, tagging, waiting.
Dancing, celebrating, anticipating.
Being sad, getting angry, so disappointed.
Searching the world for something that's can't be seen, touched, or tasted.
Hoping, losing all reason, being put through the cleaners.
Going through the motions in a very stormy ocean.
Illusions of a future that will never be, atleast not the way you see it.
Being judged for every action with a certain amount dissatisfaction.
Being tied down financially.
How does one ever make it work?
How does one desire something so maddening?
Driven nuts, with just one absurd look that should mean nothing.
Yet we want to change the world after such gestures.
It makes no sense, it's not logical in the slightest.
It's one of the most painful vices.
A committed life to a simple idea, nothing more.
Maybe, love just isn't worth it.
Tell me, please tell me how can it be you want something so bad, that you willing to give up almost anything in your life?
Some times, some days, I question why I would want any of that.
The ultimate cynic, definitely a critic with a straight face.
What if I said I no longer desire or needed that?
You still question how anyone could survive without it.
I've been doing it for years.
I search the world many times over, and discovered nobody, I mean nobody, really wants that from me.
And now I'm too the point fine, I'll just put it out of mind.
Pretending everything is fine.
Pretending not to be lonely.
Focusing on what I can change.
Not wasting time or energy, on that which seems to be imaginary.
Today, yes today, I'm giving up on love.