Poetry.

I have been in a poetry writing mood, but lack inspiration/cant be bothered to write one at the moment, so i just felt like posting one of my favourite poems that i wrote in erm December sometime me thinks (let me know what you think of it):

Love is so messed up
Love is so confusing
Love is just a state of mind
What’s real is the using

What’s real is the hurting
What’s real is the pain
What’s real is the heartache
Over and over again

Over and over it tears me
Over and over I break
Over and over the tears fall
How much more can I take?

How much more sadness?
How much more crying?
How much more feeling bad?
How do I know you’re not lying?

How do I know you love me?
How do I know it’s true?
How do I know you meant it?
When you say ‘I love you’

When you say you need me
When you say you care
When you said you’d never leave
Love is so unfair

Love is so messed up
Love is so confusing
Love is just a state of mind
What’s real is the using.

by rach, posted on Monday, 30. June 2003 @ 1943.21 bst