Wrong Love

Love is like a blanket. Covering your cold heart. Love is like a knife, carving you to pieces. Some people rot, searching for this painful love. Some people never stop, never really seem to think. There are many types of love. Firey and passion- filled. Slow and gentle. Hell. There's even wrong. Wrong love is the worst. Where you think you're meant for that special person who loves you. Well. Then you find out, you were never meant to be all along. Then what? Back to miserable life? Oh, no. You cry and cry. You heart, poor thing, breaks into pieces. Because of wrong love. You thought they'd be there for you. You thought they cared. Why didn't they love you? It was wrong love. Wrong, woeful love that was like fire. As fire burns, it consumes everything. Once there is nothing left in your heart to burn, the fire leaves. And takes the only water with it. Love is horrible. Like war. Love is wonderful. Like peace. Love kills. Love brings joy. Love kills. Love brings tears. Is it worth it? Do you even want, that strong chance of being "wrong"? Of having your heart completely smashed to bits and pieces. Of being utterly alone. But, also, of being lifted up by happiness. High into the sky, you can soar on only love. But only, if it's not the wrong kind of love.