Strings

Love is a chore. It's a waste of time
Love causes pain, hurt
Love is something to be taught, it's a lesson
People say I crush love,
But love crushes me
Love is difficult and tiring
It's dependent, a favor waiting for the return
Strings are always attached

Love is a privilege
Love is healing and restoring
Love is an instinct, once you change it
Your purpose is to destroy and kill that of a beast
Yes you take love, a fragile thing
And crush it, love only builds, never destroys
Love is beautiful and worth the time
It's reliable and only takes two people worthy to give it
Strings are never attached