I doubt how I might view love
but perhaps a poet could make me fall again
scream at me how I am needed
I have not seen it before
maybe a poet could yell so loud
I hate to write these things for love and hatred
yea you read it, did you even hear
did it speak into your mind like fire
that is my mind absolutely ablaze
I need to be heard, for the love of God
truly heard, have I ever really been
except when another poet reads my mind
if you do not have the time to see these cries
you will never truly know my mind
thus you can never truly love who I am
call me crazy, but the one I fall for
must read and relish every sickening word
for I am sick of pouring out my soul and being unheard
stop loving my outward appearance and love my freaking mind
because let me tell you it is pretty warped
and I am only honest here
so if you want to know me just READ
**how ****** hard is it

Madly in love I fell into claws and hooves
with the devil!
blinded was I to the hatred and lies
the more cruel, the harder I fell
trickery, deceit, he used me as a play thing
causing pain over and over again, yet I still felt love
I reveled in hope even knowing a Devil he was!
often leaving me alone then appearing inflicting harm on others
attempting to steal my child in a treacherous trick
how on earth could one love a devil

This is what I asked myself when I awoke