You thought love could never be thought of like this

They struggle for whats left good on this earth
they only have the sixth sense for survivals reason
they throw themselves at whats left
the scraps, if they can even muster up that.
they cant handle anything alone or worse by themselves
for they know their self-hatred as well is their only trait.
they continue to only hook themselves like fish dying to be caught and eaten
too bad whats good on this earth
is only left with bad, bad, bad, taste.
When you see them walking you pay them no mind.
tall dark short soft
polar opposites
opposites only attract
if one end of that equation
is starving
so many great minds
malnourished by
the sewage left over
while rain attempts to
wash it away.