I Would Love To Write

Love is magical, pure and nice
Or is it just a vice?
Luring everyone to the unforeseen
Death and blood hot on its heels
Why is it so hard to love
Or it’s the forgetting part that is
When you cant think past the pain
Shattering of your heart echoing in your brain
You cant move, cant take a breath to save yourself
When you see yourself crumbling to naught
If the pain was only physical,
It would have been easier to handle
But how do you tackle the ache in the chest,
Worse than a cracked rib butchering the lung.
How to live and laugh,
When you can hardly get up from bed
Cz dreams are better, they show you what you want instead