It's sick how exchanging the sentiment of love has morphed into an obligation. Words that have been regurgitated countless times by countless lovers carry no weight and no meaning. They are vomit spewed from mouths, slowly deteriorating the lining of the esophagus. "I love you" has become a phrase to wear away tooth enamel. Each time it is repeated, the heart gets a little weaker. Its failure looms on the horizon. The vows of love have begun to tear apart their petty source, that hollow soul that pretends to love to save itself from isolation.