The Perplexity of Love

Love is overcomplicated,

But with you it was perfect.

For some its overrated,

But with you it was perfect.

Our love was irreplaceable,

Yet I was still unable to,

Trust. I couldn’t understand,

That love and pain don’t come hand in hand.

In all the good,

I begun to search for the bad.

And before I understood,

That your love was all I wanted and had.

It was too late.

And we all know love slowly turns to hate.