Love

"What is love to you?" he asked. "It is more pain than happiness. Love creates an illusion. Love gives you happiness and takes it back. It leaves you broken". I answered. "Who broke you?" he asked. "The one who promised never to hurt me. The one who promised to hold my hand. But here I am, holding my own hands. Healing my wounds I have been replaced. My trust have being broken". I said. Love is pain Love is an illusion. It is truly only but a wish.