The Death of Love

It's half the day 

And I'm already dead

I think back to the unfortunate life

My mind is filled with swarming thoughts

Brought by the lover who enchanted me

He became an unrealistic dream

That still slipped into my heart's chambers

Thinking I was his daylight against darkness

His one and only

Thinking I was the center of his universe

His sweet dreams

Thinking I was his life

His hope to happiness 

I thought I was his princess and he was my prince

These feelings became actions

It obligated me to run for him

To keep him in my reach

So that the wind won't take him away

Or else I might be devastated

Fake love replaced this journey

And I fell for it

I fell into the pits of love

So deep it became pitch black

This is where I suffered

I suffered what I believed was right

It grew into a wrong mistake

Because I realized I never took the time

I didn't learn his complete personality

I didn't look at the hidden cracks in the picture
I glanced at the beautiful photo

And never minded to examine the fatal flaws

This genuine mistake lead me to unhappiness

And my soul found its way to death's chambers

He was lovely, but just a mistake at the end

After reliving the past memory

I find myself already wasting the other half of my day