Love Poem

Bells ringing, songs playing
He is like an angel swaying.
Away from him I am an empty shell
With him I am like under a spell
He is a magnet, pulling me to him
He is the ocean, in which I swim.
That’s what real love is, right?
You think he’s a white knight.
But love is completely misspoken
For it is not some cheap token.
It’s not a red rose, but danger
It’s almost as if it’s a stranger.
Broken being buried under
A catastrophic thunder
Luring music in my heart like
A painful and unexpected strike.
The strike can be a butterfly
It is very beautiful yet shy.
But it can also be a knife
Stabbing into my dear life.
So what is the whole deal
When you can’t even heal,
From an awful and hurtful dream
That makes me want to scream.
This love is never meant to be
It is killing what’s left of me.