Love is Love

She picks up the pen again

She doesn't understand

She tries desperately to reach him

but she doesn't think she can

Feeling lonelier than she's ever felt before

She vows to write down what she's going through

and try to save her soul

She knows he's trying to hurt her

She knows he already has

She tried to prove she'd do anything to ride along with his band

But he took it way too far

She thinks he just wants her to fly away

She thought she'd met her match

But he thinks she was only Stryking a flame

She can't believe so many things

How could she fall in love with someone so cruel?

Why is he using her confessions against her when they were only meant as lovers tools?

How can she escape this madness and express all she's going through?

She returns to her art and draws his face

It's sad and full of waving hands

fans trying to touch the joy

when they love their favorite band

but she fell in love with him

she really truly did

she knows because she was willing to die for him

but instead she picked up the pen

she clutched a brush

she screamed it out in writing

that it really is true love

but she feared it was falling

on the ears of the very young

she feared he sabotaged her

truly just for his own fun

How twisted can one human possibly be?

A star shining so bright is really satan, dancing by candlelight

He turns my own words against me

He shows me I am the devil too

Well, ok dark stranger

Now that we've got that out of the way

How about we renew?

Release the bitter anger you're feeling all pent up inside

It ain't nothing but a last ride

Down the river

with a black dog 

fetching sticks at your side

Love is love

Unless it's not

Sometimes people are cruel

Playing tricks because hate is all they've got

She remembers the miracle

How she cried with joy

Realizing happiness

Radiating from a musical boy

She's freaked out by being born with a pretty face

She thought it was a blessing

But it feels more like disgrace

She thinks of Joan of Arc

But she doesn't want to burn at the stake

Or cut her hair, or lock up her gate

She wants to be with others

who understand what she's going through

Maybe there's a star out there

or another pretty face that's true

With a soul that matches her own

So they can understand what hell they've both been through

She knows her own sons will always have music 

She knows they both have a gift

and will have to learn how to use it

She taps out her last thoughts

into the dark night

prays to God to bring her love

for herself so she can write

She hates how she feels beaten up

tortured

ravaged

Love is not a victory march

but she thought it wasn't savage

She wants a new start

She wants a peaceful passage

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016