The Heart Poem by Scarlett Voight

The heart is a truly terrible and vile thing.
It lies to you,
It swallows you whole and makes you feel nothing.
Just when you think you know what love is. It disappears.
Without a trace,
Never existing.
What is it?
Why did I even believe it was there in the first place?
It misleads you in many directions, even when you believe to your very soul, - its not really there.
Just something you make up, thinking it's the way it's supposed to be.
It's not magical, it doesn't fix everything. In fact the pain is the only thing you get.
You only fall in love, to what you believe, because you think you know what it really is.
You just don't know you're wrong.
You don't know that this feeling is there ready to tear you up and eat you from the inside out.
I was in denial too, trust me I've been there, I know
It's just deceit; it breaks you and enjoys suffering.
Because in the beginning you think your safe but you're not.
It's deception.
God He exists. I know this, His love is not deceit.
It is the one true love that I know will never harm me.
When everything else seems to fail, He is the one I cling to.
It's just human nature; we need this thing called love
Still I can't help but wonder, can't help but feel betrayed.
By my own heart.
Yet, I know. It'll happen again.
It will wait tell you forget your pain that you locked away, in the deepest part of your mind.
It will wait for you to forget how it deceived you in the first place.
Then as soon as you think you know what love is again, the heart pounces
Yet all I know is this...
I'm a fool, who knows not what love is