Love Is A Painful Illusion

Love is nothing but an illusion,

That will always hurt and lead to collision.

It’s just a fairy tale which we tell to ourselves,

That always ends in tears and fractured selves.

Love is a mirage, that fades away,

Always nagging us, scarring on its way,

For love is suffering, which can never be right,

Being filled with pain that clouds our sight.

Love is a deceitful fantasy, an unending ache,

Full of emotions so unreal, promises so fake.

Being filled with torment, heartbreak and despair,

And a constant bleed, which we can never repair.

Love is a myth, full of risk,

Making the heartbeat go brisk,

Like a brutal joke, it plays on us for fools,

Making us its puppets, dancing to its rules.

Love is an avalanche, a beautiful lie,

A sparkling flame which will eventually die,

Only pain and hurt, it can always bring,

A bitter pill, hard to swallow and difficult to sing.

Love is a dream, an impossible truth,

A Shattered expectation breaking us into two. 

The stinging pain of loss, the woe of heartbreak it brings,

It’s impossible to heal the wounds that love always rings.

Love is a game, so ruthless and barbaric,

That scoffs us with promises, so fishy, so dramatic.

Enticing us in with its soft and pleasant touch,

It fills our hearts with burning, blazing cut.

We chase love, with an expectation to grab it one day,

But like a butterfly, it flutters away in the space,

And we're left with nothing but memories and pain,

Rendering all our efforts in vain, making our hearts insane.

Hence let us be wary, and escort our hearts well,

For love can haul us to the depths of night, making our life persisting hell.

It can turn our world upside down or rip us apart,

And leave us with nothing but a blistered broken heart.