Another poem, another day. Please say your thoughts... anything will do. I love receiving critiques- whether they be good or bad. I learn from both.

By Love

You stated you loved me,
I believed every word you said.
Over and over again
I fell into the deep pool
of pain...

The illusion you spun
was so real and tangible;
the thin, translucent strands
becoming so safe and secure...
I didn't want to leave.

Your tender caress,
your soft whispers of promises
soon turned into
harsh cuts
of hate.

The scars so deep now,
i'll forever be maimed...
by love.

A/N: Thanks for reading!