When it Comes to Love

 Darkness has become my
 very light

I suppose even a flicker, 
better than nowt?

my belief of love
has sometimes been doused in petroleum 
a bonfire waiting to go up in flames

yet
I shall not give up this great fight

after all I am the poetess
and the ending of this poem
is mine to write

my blood is my ink
pulsating veins raging inside

happy ever after or tragedy and death?

some days 
I just can’t decide…