Is It How It Is

Is it how love kills? Is it how one feels if single? I had never known that being a single Is the better way to maintain my young ages, I didn't know that I was just wasting my time, The time I hallucinated a better in future, I was disappointed and threatened To final discouragement. The discouragement that will nourished In me till I fully and completely have my man ages. I'll manage to be in single for many reasons so that my heart will reasoned for itself. In ancient time of my heart, I selected a girl that I thought Would be my eternal partner But not knowing that she was A girl that would detach the excess Love I have for girls. I was with her for a while before the eve Of our brag in which a word parted us. If it was not the help of Mighty That separated us, I didn't know how Worthless and commoner I would be. She thought I was a thug that thugs, Or someone who had a tough behavior Who would ends up in prison. She thought I was an illiterate that never Held a pen as to write something. She is now feeling well and comfort Since we got separated. I'm bleeding heart but I'll endure The scalding pains that were streaming in me. My heart is still pounding like it will break into pieces but I have no choice, it's a MUST for me to run away from her. I am feeling like I'm the only loser on earth that ever lived because I got separated with someone who my heart feels can quench it's thirst with. Is it how love kills the vains of man? Is it how love blackmails the brain Of ignorant? Is it how love burns hearts?