The world that keeps on teaching lies.

Star crossed lovers, maybe spies.

Sweet nothings whispered, lullabies.

Love and hate, they seem to rhyme.

I read the words the authors wrote.

Stories that will fuel my hopes.

Enemies to lovers tropes.

Tying up my heart with ropes.

Teaching me that love is toxic.

God it makes me feel moronic.

What is love?

And what’s platonic?

If you’re the song, then I’m the singer.

Your words send me through the ringer.

You had me wrapped around your finger.

Same one you used to pull the trigger.