The things that love makes us do,
The lengths to which all may go,
And the ones not many can comprehend.
Dark spells of passion
The secrets of longing hearts
Fires that burn for one
Too many times she has lost
For him, whatever it takes!
She calls on heathen gods
Heart bleeding with desperation
Driven by love’s poisoned resolve
Dark and lonely
Revenge supplanting love
Reckless to blame only herself
To weave her web of retrieval
A poison for rivals
Potion for him
For all love is different,
And if it runs deep,
It’s heartbreak hurts like none before.
A friend on here, requested me to write her a tale told different about heartbreak.
I know the silver lining may be hard to see, but time and focus on oneself usually do the trick.
Let me know what you think about the tale, and if possible, leave a message for her in the comments section.
Stay safe everyone, stay loving.
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