Broken love

There is a certain evil in love

a corruption in its purity that kills the soul

attracts you with its beauty and its promises

whisper to you those nights that you get to sleep

tells you about wishes and dreams

fools you with the perfect words

and you believe it, you buy it, you live it

That is how love lives

so it is created and thus is known

through his deception,

with our ingenuity

tell us what we are looking for

holding hands

present people

and promises fulfilled

knows our little secrets and manipulates us

bends us and accommodates us

and we fall, and fall, and fall without exit or rescue

We praise her, to then destroy her, to wish to bring her to the fires of hell

And yet, we lose,

because we write about it, we talk about it

we live on it, and on our lips, there will always be a word

which does not decompose in repetition

although it kills us, although it lies and hurts us

even tomorrow we will talk about the greatness of love

talking about how my heart broke yesterday

TA.