I often hear it described as something so sweet.
Sugarcoated with pieces left under the surface,
that many rather not reminisce,
but forget and defeat.
Sounding so perfect...love.

Several hearts left broken,
with scars settled deep within its surface
that they feel so incredibly real.
As if it were slowly and physically deteriorating
a significant organ of life.
The tears, the sadness, anywhere from light to deep sleep,
and sorrow filled eyes,
the hurt and pain from silent to agonized cries.
Resurfaced just as quickly, as it begins to subside.
Repeatedly given another chance.

It got me thinking,
why go through this,
over and over again?
to stop my heart from mending?
keep me weak and still surrendering-
to the overpowering force of love.

Learning from the hurting,
conquering this enormous size burden
yet still, I'm falling...

Believing that maybe it could possibly
be charming and tender
as it is pictured to be.

Even in a world where it is
overused, abused, and meaninglessly said.
And sadly replaced with merely... a fantasy.

© 2008

-GhEttO_ ReAliTy