Love doesn’t mean what it used to.

Love is now only a lie.

I don’t know why this happened.

I don’t know how to react.

But I’ll do what I’ve always done.

I’ll learn to adapt.

Love was when we smiled together,

Our laughs carried the fresh bloom of spring

I loved spending the nights with you

To me, it meant everything.

Now Love has changed its meaning; you can see it in the dark blue hues on my chin

Burned cigarette marks, cuts from glass chards,

To me, it meant everything

My spirits are broken, I feel no pain

Just scars of love, that you left on my skin

I want to fly again, but my wings are clipped,

You can’t keep me down any longer, now I hold the whip

I will fly again; these scars will be my honor

I will be an example of what comes with a thunder.

Love is fifteen minutes of fun in a bathroom with a married man. Love is getting married on a camera and sleeping in different rooms when the lights go off. Love is pornography with your best friend on the weekends and acting like nothing happened come Monday. The hieroglyphics once told a different story. A caveman clubs things to bring home to his wife who is making clothes and taking care of a baby cavechild. Then came civilization, making love more like a parasitic relationship. One leeches from the other, then moves on when they have had their fill. Now we are here, when love is just a cheap trinket like a nice car or a large television.

But no one cares anymore. I try to open as many eyes as I can, but the eyes rarely want to see. How could they see what is in front of them when Prince Lucas of The Netherlands is marrying some lowly Austrian Subway cashier. That is romance now. No one wants the old lovers that fight over juice and fart to communicate. They want young. They want Tindr and Grindr and Humpr. They want public and raunchy and impure. And I'm done trying. So, I turn off my television, log off of social media, and realize that no one will ever understand anymore, and no one will ever want to again.

Today love means Tinder hookups

and Snapchat stories

it’s an emotion that can be bought

or fucked into someone

Love means more likes on Instagram

and more money in the bank account

I remember what love really meant

screaming at eachother, but never leaving

working through the problems together

love was intense, a passionate touch

that led to staying up all night

and promising forever

love was gradual

friends then dating then married

everyone came to celebrate the moment

when two lives were joined forever

love used to be the truth and now

love is just an excuse

Love has suddenly changed its meaning. I am the only human left on this earth who knows what the definition of LOVE used to be. So what do I do? Nothing.

I have the comfort of knowing that love (the old definition) never goes away; it never dies. It never changes.

People have re-named it, calling it "Like." Well let's break it down. Like is a small amount of growth in the hearts toward affection, kindness, joy and unbreakable bonds. When one gives or receives hundreds of likes, you have the term, "Many Likes." Las Vegas has a "Many Likes" chapel.

LOVE now means, "Living On Vegan Express" in a text (much like ROTF and LOL). It is simply the latest McDonalds.

So I decide to bake a potato.

Remember that old song, "Love Will Find a Way?"

Re-name it all you like, society!

I many likes my kids. I many likes to write. You many likes your pets and most of your family. Young adults are falling in many likes.

How do I many likes thee? Let me count the thumbs ups.

I will cry today at Many Likes Funeral Home, my friend passed and I liked her hundreds.

I haven't won a challenge in a while so give Della many likes but you only have to like this.

Never thought that something like this would happen

Now that it has happened,

definitely it's going to remain.

Never ever thought that love will happen in life

Now that it has happened,

definitely life has found it's way.

I know it's the right way,

but then how far it will go,

only time can tell.

Better be prepared

It's the lull before the storm

The storm is yet to come

Let love be a part of your life

At the same time even the storm shall pass

Make sure love remains

Love is not the thing that was thought of prior

However, love has happened

Now that it has happened

Let's hope it remains

Definitely love has found it's way.

If I was the only one who knew the previous meaning of love well I would attempt to spread it to as much as possible like jelly on a peanut butter sandwich. If those who don't listen and probably demonize me for it well sucks to be them. For those who listened and understood congrats you realized the meaning they changed it to was a lie. Therefore, you now question things.

Dear Diary,

Love. Love brings pain to others, happiness to some. Some never lose their faith in one day finding it, and some do. The meaning of love to different people was different, although it had one thing in common.

But now it has changed. Love is now a terrible word, almost a bad as the f word, and now means when someone was in depression, sadness, anything tragic, really. It was too vague.

It is stupid, I think, because I knew what this word was created to mean. That someone is bound to someone else, with admiration, looking beyond all flaws of the other.

My friend, Lola, is recovering from a tragic injury. Or should I say that she was recovering from love?

It’s funny because before now one would say love is tragic, especially when recovering from a heartbreak. But now love is truly tragic. No one wants to be in love.

What’s weird is that there’s no word replacing love anymore, it just simply is a feeling, a feeling that I couldn’t explain prior to this change, a feeling that no one can explain now. It goes unspoken.

I don’t know how to go about this tragic debacle. Or shall I say lovely debacle? Feelings don’t need to have words, feelings don’t need to placed into words to know how to feel, right?

One now simply says, “I care for you.” Not love you. And over time loves original meaning will be forgotten. Caring for is not the same as loving. Just like squares and rectangles.

I suppose I could attempt to explain to all the townspeople that love is simply not tragic to some, and to others it is. And whoever made you believe otherwise was going through serious heartbreak.

I suppose I would be killed as Galileo, for the elders burnt all books and killed all the people, except for me. Leaving behind little to no evidence of love, of the real love.

This entry will be enough, methinks. No one can bestow their anger on me after I die. The word love, is simply a word to express more than “caring for”, more along the lines of “dying for.”

I guess I’m trying to say I love the original word for love. For now, there is no opposite of hate. Now the highest level of liking someone is caring for another.

This entry means that I’d die for the word love. Meaning that I love it. I hope it is understood. For soon, if this is found while I am still living, I would be executed.

~ Amaris (9/27/2091), Mars

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I have loved, been loved and witnessed love

In its purest, most beautitiful form

But this day is unlike any other.

I am alive, but dead.

My most vulnerable heart on display

Dismissed, neglected, untouched.

Perhaps a kiss, a hug, a handshake

To spark a tingling memory of

A newborn’s first glance at its mother,

Touching lips under moonlit skies,

A ride home from the shelter

With a new, furry friend.

I am lost

In crowded streets with vacant souls

This feeling of frustration and longing

Overwhelms my entire being.

Do they not feel it too?

This loneliness, this emptiness

Of an unloved life. . .

Love is just a four letter word these day

It used to mean something

Now It's nothing

Sex used to be making love

Now it's just for fun

I may be young but I want love

I don't want games

I don't want broken hearts

I want that four letter word that no one cares about

I want love

But I guess I will just have to learn that feelings don’t matter anymore.