Is this Love
Or Infatuation?
I thought I knew Love
Once before.
But Love left me blindsided,
Blindfolded,
Bound,tied,and gagged,
Broken,naked,
Bleeding on the floor.
Is this Real Love,
Or just another illusion;
All smoke and mirrors
And sleight of hand?
When the glitter fades and smoke clears,
And the show is all over,
Will I still be with you,
Or alone again?
Could this be True Love,
If there is such a thing?
I used to believe in it,
But that was so long ago.
But I'd love to believe
I could've finally found it,
And if I really did,I really hope
To never let it go.