The Regretful Love of a Young Girl

Love is an imagination. It’s not real, it’s all in the mind.
Love isn’t a word, it’s only an excuse to weaken the heart.
The innocence of my physical being,
Stripped away by the consequences of dreaming, feeling, loving.
The love from a person is a lie. It will only damage your mentality.
It has captured the mind, and imprisoned it with false bribery.
With charismatic words that are persuasive to the ears.
Things that we desire to hear, things that attract us.
It’s what I was too naive too understand. I am only the innocent victim of a heartbroken soul. My soul was degraded as such, I’ve not been what I was supposed to be.
I changed for my significant other, I grew to be attached to that person..
But in return, my significant other tricked me. It was all a distraction.
They only wanted of my temple that I’ve been saving for my marital partner.
Dare I disobey my God, my mother, my own morality?
It was but a fatal mistake on my part.
Come to the light my lover. Reveal to me what you are as a true person.
Are you not but a deceiving conniver, who grows fond of a female,
Then pushes her away just to be with another one?
Only to steal their joy, hearts, and all that they have?
You are but a child, and she won’t last very long.
Let alone, how you treated the last will affect the treatment of your present.
The unfair cruelty of my story goes unjust, unseen.
Yet, I am the bitter ex, not true.
I was abandoned with my innocence taken away. The guilt I share, won’t affect them.
But it will affect me the most for they do not understand my pain.
Love is an imagination. It is not real.
It is only in our minds. 
Love is but the dead corpse in my coffin,
Never too be see again, still as it shall remain,
For all eternity, my love is gone.