Ocean of Thoughts

You just wanted to hold hands
But they were being inappropriate
Under the table

To them, love is a game
Needs to prove
Needs to compete
Needs to control

And once you see through their tactics
You will never be the same again
Hurt all you need
Until you’ve regain your senses
Hurt is all you need
To learn from their schemes
For there is no scheme in love
And there is no love in schemes.