Black Love

So yeah, I was really bored, and I was thinking about... that guy... that I like... and so I tried to pour out my heart into words, but I couldn't write my novel (I wasn't in the zone) so I decided to take a crack at poetry. But keep in mind, I cannot write poetry for my life. I'm terrible at it. Well, here it is.

Black Love

Love is happiness.
Love is bliss.
Love is whatever you want it to be.
I have experienced love
And all of its benefits.
I have experienced love
And all of its evils.
Sometimes the wind blows in my hair
And I think about him.
Sometimes I sit alone
And I think about him.
Sometimes when life is down
I think about him.
Death is that of the darkest evils.
Blood is that of the greatest sin.
Pain is that of those who live.
Love is that of who die.
I love,
And I feel bliss.
I love,
And I feel sick.
He has no idea
About my feelings.
He has no idea
What I think of him.
He has no idea
My love is there.
He has no idea
My love is strong.
He has no idea
How cruel experiencing love is.
Love is never what you want it to be.
Love is pain.
Love is sadness.
Dark. Evil. Torture.
Black Love.