Darkness was my home, I wonder why I left.

I wrote about the harsh part of life
The harsh relationship between parents and children
The hurt, only love could cause
The death of loved ones that tear us apart.
The painful part of life.
The real.

Now I tried to write about love.
Not the love we know, the one we hope for.
The happily ever afters
Kisses unending
And a little humor for laughs
But where do I land myself
Writer's block.

My ink runs dry as I tried to pen down their smiles.
I always see myself as one and part of my characters
But this time I can't.

I can't see myself with those smiles
Cause I know what love is, it's never what we hope for.
What do I do now.
Return?

I grabbed my pen again,
And again all that spew is the harshness of reality
Which is reality itself.

But I have made a vow,
A wrong one at that.
A vow to prove that I am not dark
A vow that I could see light
The vow, itself was a lie.
A lie to my true being.
A lie of where I belong.

I have to finish my book!
Even if all it takes
Is a lie.