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.