A wong love

Love is as sweet as honey, yet
True love is a steel chain
that stretches over the broadest ocean.
A feeling as delightful as sunlight, yet
it is a hot fire burning inside.
The touch sparks fireworks on your skin.
The spark is like a wildfire,
playing on the edge of the world, his lips.
A desire that causes your heart to explode.
the desire feels like lust, but
It’s a love built from the dreams of queens.
A feeling that makes your eyes turn to hearts.
this love is like flying.
The happiness is your wings, and
You float above the world in ecstasy.
Your heart keeps beat, beat, beating faster and faster
As it races out of your chest
It yearns, burns, and thrives on the touch
of his strong, strong arms around you
the love haunts you in your sleep
it talks, walks, and breathes for you
your friends shake, and shake, and shake some more
to snatch you from the hands of a walking dream
the love is sweet, the love is pure. so you don’t see
you are under a deep, deep sleep and you can’t wake
It snakes it’s cold, hard hands around you and won’t let go
You don’t notice, you only see the warmth, love, and light.
all others see is you slowly, slowly, slowly losing yourself.
It digs its way under your skin and won’t let go
You’re stuck, overwhelmed, and ill-fated.
Like lust this love was tangled,
But as we all know looks can be deceiving,
and now my tears plop on my paper.
As all my depression drops into developing words.
Yes my love was blind…
“Bang” My hand hits the wall as my pain turns to rage.
We lived, we laughed, we loved, and now i’m lost.
Now this is the real game-changer in my life.
I start an earth rattling cackle and snort
as i realize real love isn’t really real.
everything happens for a reason, yet
i splatter the paper in tears as he is with her,
and not here holding my heart in his hands.
it’s true that when it rains it pours but time heals all wounds
I dry my tears and turn to the splitter splatter of my shower.

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