Love Poem by Victor Osorio

Some say being in love
is being under a spell
I guess magic does exist
For me
I'm fooled to believe someone could love me
My mind and heart
Trick me to feel good
But in reality
Love doesn't know my name
It's not meant for me
I'm under the spell
To be in love
Then it wears off
Back to this life
She laughs at me
This trick works every time
What you think is there, isn't
Being in love, is not being you
Come on now, think about it
If love were real
Hate and suicide would not exist.