You used to be my favorite person,
The one my heart skips for,
I used to call you my home,
My happy place.
You left me hanging in the middle of nowhere,
You left after I have learned to trust,
You took advantage of my vulnerability,
Because you knew I loved you so much.
Love is a risk,
It makes you a better person,
But damages your soul when that one person leaves.
You used to be my best friend.
Loving is harder than it looks,
You never know until you are bruised,
Breaking the rule for someone,
Yet they break you in the end.
Maybe love is a game played by fools,
Funny how you let one person take so much of you,
And how a piece of them still lives in you even when they are gone,
Love is not for the faint-hearted ones
This is just poetry and fictional but there's so much we risk for love.