From the title of this poem you would guess that this is a poem about the joy of love. You are wrong.
It is about the hurt that love can cause your heart when it is broken.
I have not experienced it yet but I have observed it through other people.
They become distant and more emotional.
Every breathe they take is a struggled one as they try to understand what was wrong with them.
Why did they leave?
There is a simple answer.
It wasn't your fault.
I see my bestfriend do this to herself and I can't understand why a person so beautiful that one look at them could put a wrinkle In your soul so that you have a piece of her with you.
Her brown hair speaking into curls that tangle around your brain making you feel safe.
Why would cry over someone that was so bad for her?
So I said to her last night in a random text message 'if someone treats you like an option, leave them like a fucking choice'
By macey ryder.
