I used to believe in love,

believed in its power.

I believed that two people could fit like a glove,

but I never knew how it could devour.

I never knew how it could destroy a soul,

tear apart every fiber of our being. 

I feel like I’m trapped in a hole, 

I’m starting to feel like fleeing.

I used to believe in soulmates,

thought I would find mine. 

But the world still rotates,

and I no longer feel so inclined.

So the bade of lust stabs my heart,

causing the world to become without air. 

My blood painted the cold pavement like art,

I have never seen anything so rare.

All because I believed in love.