I'll write when i love

i started learning to write because i loved you, though i knew you'd never look me the way i looked at you. I hate loving because i asserted my feelings then you made tricks. You said you'll love me,but it was a trick that sat. I learned literature—because i thought you'd like me, i hanged a rope in case of false hope, looks like its time to use that fallen decor. You pulled me through dirt and sand;but it was all a fall of life. I thought to myself "How could i love someone i hated?", well, i didnt know how;i only knew my heart chose you. I lost my motivation not because of you,but because of hope. I sought.Thought.Dreamed.leaned. but i fell in the far end. My heart didn't heal with love, it bled,shed and fell in despair. The bandages that pulled,replaced the darkness in my life. Now its time for me to cut that line...