Fake Love

Back then in the blues
I was profoundly in love with you
You answered all my unveiled questions
You denied me of loving any creation

Do you remember the first encounter?
You told me you love a writer
A writer who loves arts and poetry
And can take away all your mystery

I replied with the affirmative
That I will love a photographer
In order to maintain and keep memories
By capturing your smiles and melodies

I took away your loneliness
Brighten your life with holiness
I lifted all part of your pain
But all my efforts went in vain

You said you never loved a writer
You wanted a singer
Who sings in various tones as a painter
Who painted you with hue and different colors

You left me in a wave of pain
I trusted your love but it ended in vain
Even though I regretted but I was brave again
After leaving me with my pen to bleak
I still wrote again without a break

What I hate most is when I remember you saying you love me
And I actually believed you did..
Though the means didn't justify the end because it was a FAKE LOVE.
So I became a writer who writes her reality in fantasy