Love is a mask
I
choose not to decipher who is behind
or what they're hiding, because I
feel
like my heart will shatter if I find
anything out - if the trust will be lost
or if they'll break my heart, because
how can something so innocent turn
into something so dark? It is
like
an angel waiting for your entrance
to heaven, only to laugh when they
see you
falling
back down to hell.
An Ellen Hopkins inspired poem. She usually writes in this style and I find it quite magical, and challenging to write in because it's like a puzzle, trying to figure out what words will work with the others. But that's why I love poetry :) This poem is about all those stupid people who mess up love and give it a bad name.