Dark Poetry

Love Is Poison

Love, a word with many different meanings.
You can grow to care for one another.
Showing them your many feelings.
As friends, family, sister or brother.

Be gentle when you show your affection.
Things tend to change in different ways.
Love can also be an infection.
Always on your mind until your dying days.

In my eyes, love is nothing but an emotion.
People say it, but never show the reality of it.
I cannot understand their commotion.
Knowing love bit by bit.

Humans don't understand what true love requires.
Love is being faithful and true.
Everyone doesn't even know the proper desires.
There are some, but only a few.

My story is I used to love "Love"
I fell for countless.
I always felt they came from heaven above.
I always wanted to be better than the rest.

Things changed with these individuals.
I lost them all in the end.
I was completely numb as usual.
I ended up as always that "friend".

I don't know what I've done wrong.
What did I do to deserve this?
I just felt like they belonged.
WHY DO I HAVE SCARS ON MY WRIST?

I fall for a person and then they leave.
I wanted to make them happy.
This is what I wanted to achieve.
Thought this poem was suppose to be sappy?

WELL YOU'RE WRONG.
Here's why I no longer want this devotion.
It's because everyone I loved is gone.
My hard work drained this emotion.

Love is just poison in my veins.
I'm always suffering within.
It drives me completely insane.
Love is more cruel than sin.

People tested me as a toy.
They used my loved for a person.
Twisted around my joy.
Then my scars worsen.

Why I'm such a hateful creature.
People used me for their game.
Why my smile is such a rare feature.
Lack of love made me lame.

I stopped loving for my benefit.
I wanted away from my life.
Love is what I loved is what I admit.
Living as husband and wife.

I'm getting as far from this utter feeling.
Just for a long while.
I just need time being.
My true love can be close or millions of miles.

I of course still love a few.
I don't find love always that vile.
There is always someone new.
They need to know I'm not a man of Belial.

Maybe I'll find love again one day.
I need to stop falling for endless amounts.
The right one will eventually stay.
I need to be care for the right one counts.

I did fall again early this year.
Kind, sweet person that I met.
Rejection is just what I fear.
I soon saw regret.

I'm no longer this person interest.
They found someone anew.
So I'm still for the best.
I'm really hoping anytime soon.

Peace, Love & Genocide...
~Sincerely 
Crimson