Love is

Love is supposed to bring happiness,
Love is supposed to bring joy,
Yet love makes us hurt,
Over a girl or a boy.
Love is a mystery, that everyone hopes to explore,
Or someday feel,
But in reality,
All love is,
Is the destruction of hopes and dreams,
Filled with pain and suffering.
Fake promises, lies,
An illusion we all want,
An illusion we think we need,
An illusion we bow down to,
Instead of taking heed.
But who are we to blame?
We think that love comes from the heart
But all this emotion does,
Is cause us to break apart.
A temporary, psychological disturbance,
That ruins our lives,
That has us suicidal
That has us running to razors and knives.

By: Brianna Montrope

Leave a Reply