Love Shouldn't Hurt

Roses are red, Violets are blue-

your face is blue, too. 

your nose is pouring red rain-

is it because he loves you, too? 

If he loved you-

he would smother you in light kisses,

not degrading words. 

If he loved you-

he would say he loved you,

for comfort-

for warmth-

not in his evil manipulative ways. 

Love is fair- 

not when he is dragging you by your hair. 

Healthy is not just a habit or a form-

healthy maintains relationships,

even broken ones

just like yours. 

Love should be happy

and sappy. 

It is holding hands through a haunted house-

that is not so haunted. 

It is being hugged from behind- 

while drinking hot cocoa. 

Then- 

kissing the lips that were once the love of the cocoa's. 

Love is folding laundry together-

only to end up lost in the laundry together,

looking into one another's eyes. 

Love is not what you have- 

so be the change in that. 

You have heard love is patient-

love is kind-

but not this time. 

He killed love-

and comfort. 

But, now it is too late- 

and my darling, you could be next.