What Poppana said, as a poem on its own, it's fucking brilliant.
But love isn't always a terrible thing. I've been in five relationships in my life so far. The first was amazing, and things ended on good terms. The second relationship was great when it lasted, but that person cheated, so I began to think of love as poisonous. The third was exactly that: poisonous. There was no trust or honesty, and looking back I'm fucking glad it ended. The fourth, well, everyone knows about that. Thing is, it all seemed perfect, but in reality, there were a few little poisonous details seeping in slowly, hence why it ended. The fifth, the current one, only started on Saturday, but so far, so good.
Therefore, love isn't always perfect, but be patient, and the perfect love, at least your interpretation of 'perfect', will come. Keep in mind, you're only 13. You don't have to worry about love just yet.