I do not write about love
I’ve never learnt what it is
I don’t know the words
To describe the holiest of feelings
What I know is what it isn’t
It’s not a black hole
That doesn’t let you escape
Crashes you when you get too close
Love is not bitten lips
When you want to ask why
When you want to oppose
When you keep yourself from screaming
True love doesn’t teach how to
Lie to those around you
Cry in silence
Keep your door open at night
So, I write about tragedies
To warn all those who will teach
That even best intentions
Can lead only to misery