R.I.P to Love

I saw the disconnection; I always did.

Where it all began?--deep roots, I presume.
A day never ent by when I didn't think about it;
There was almost a fear growing inside of me.
Choosing someone for myself seemed like the Devil's lure.
Hwanted me to fall, wanted to see me hurt like the rest.
Everyone that came close had to stand outside my wall--
"Don't let them in! They'll only hurt you!" the voices yelled.

Recently I've been thinking a lot about fairy tales I once loved,
Envisioning myself as part of those happy endings, defying reality.
Love seems real for a second, but then the pixie dust twinkles away
And all I'm left with is a blinding realisim
That laughs at my hopes, my dreams...my longing desires.
I know I should try; I'm not them...
Or maybe I am! Maybe my next is bound for failure too!
No, I musn't think like that, for fear it comes true.
Somehow, though, I think it already did...
How its destruction even preceded my love, I know not.
It's consumed me in way I would not even have thought possible.
People around me-- well-inteded friends --say not to be afraid.
Somehow this makes them seem even more like Evil's trap.

Don't tell me Love is real! Don't tell me it's all in 'the right person'!
I've seen plenty of hearts claim to have found 'The One,' and yet...
End result is always the death of a broken love; rest in peace...or in pieces.


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