Love Poem by Heather A. Inman

Love, it hurts, it only winds up breaking your heart and leaving the pieces scattered across the floor. It starts by making your life seem flawless and ends leaving only pain and depression. He breaks your heart and tears stream down your face as the pain begins to sink in. You try to control them so he wont see, but he does, looks at you and thinks nothing of the pain and how it effects you. He thinks he's doing you a favor since you hardly know him. I thought we were meant to be, we like the same things, but i guess i was wrong. I still love you but i doesn't matter anymore. The music heals these wounds for a while till yuo realize, the only cure for love is love it's self.