Love is the cute little crush
You think will turn into something more,
And in the end
After all that hope
All those sleepless nights filled

with sunshine day-dreams and iridescent rainbows

And happily-ever-after-endings
waiting and waiting and waiting…
The small conversations

Believing it will turn into something more;
The slight turn of the head
The petty fight over nothing
The warm sweet sugar-laced smiles
The sparkling jemstone eyes

continue the hallucination

all in the aspiration of the

pure chocolate covered bliss of a moment

But it doesn’t occur.

yet there’s still a firm grasp onto the intangible belief
That everything will change
And after all the endless torment --
It ends.

As blunt as crisp paper covered in spilt ink
By next year
Every feeling



Is



Gone.