my poem

[moodswings]

i don't understand,
what's the meaning of love?
why does it make you
feel like nothing could go wrong,
and when something does go wrong
it feels like the worlds stopped turning.
that every bone in your body has
shattered into so many billions
of pieces that nothing in the
poor defenseless world could ever
be the same ever again.
no matter how much you try,
or how many times you say your sorry,
things will never be the same.
your life and love will stop,
instantly you will stop breathing, talking, moving
anything that will show life in your body.
And then you will die slowly and painfully,
one thing to another will die and it will hurt,
in a way you couldn't wouldn't imagine.