Cursed, Love. . . .

This is my pain

Written in ink on paper formed

The Calm before the storm

Just before the hurricane hits

I need to swim back to shore

That way I stay away from it

Is my heart really broken?

Or did it just become totally bored?

Somewhere in between the beaten and bloodied

Never has my soul ever felt so torn!

So was it the object of choice at the beginning

To just build me up and shred me to pieces?

If so, than congratulations

You've successfully scored

Now moving on into the future

I'm now placing my heart right on my sleeve

I've been ran down so much

That I'm sitting in a puddle of blood on my knees

Tears always seem to run every time I sneeze

I get it

I simply wasn't enought

So the only option on the table for you

Was to pack up and leave

I'm starting to honestly believe

That true love comes & it really hurts

Especially when you apply 100%

Just to be abandon and feel like you're nothing short of a curse

So it's up now that I move forward

And it's forward I go on

But before I got forward I leave myself with four words

Can you guess what they are?

. . . Nope

But I'll leave you with this!

True love is a war

And not to speak with metaphors

But right now I am actually shopping for machetes and swords

Because I'm slaying in the middle of the night

All my demons are now going to be forever cursed. . .

Four words.