"I love you,"

I said.

He replied,

"Good night."

That night

I knew

what love was for me

was a dream to him

The purest form of emotion
                      is a snow flake,
Individual, beauty crystalized.

Unique like every sorrow,
evaporating and descending
         like each tear,
never the same one falls twice.

I am not heartless,
life just taught me
to use my heart less.

I don’t always allow my heart
to make choices for me.

Life is saddened by love,
because when those
you care about die,
it hurts more than
if they were a stranger.

That’s why I always say,
love is not a happy journey
where the sun always shines.

It can be a barren landscape
wasting away with fattened pigs,
and chickens who lost their feathers.

Love can burn like the hot sun
in the Mojave Desert.

It can drink your blood
until you’re ready to pop.
Leaving you to die
from a broken heart.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton

Spilled ink
torn pages
calligraphy sometimes
a clever cloak knows
what to hide.
Before you
bare me
stare in despair
and fascinating frenzy.
In response your veil crumbles.

If Love is a disease
then I'm very sick
but incredibly happy....

I can't stand those people
Who don't know when to stop
Or even when not to start at all
I can't contain my anger
As I hit the keys to type
How dare you think to speak to me as if you know me well
I sure hope that all of you simply burn in Hell

The only reason the devil's still alive is because you keep protecting him.
He may have been an angel once but then he fell.
But not for you.