Poet Love

Never fall in love with a Poet for they are blackholes of the broken hearted Set on a treacherous sea blindfolded to distracted by butterflies to properly set up a captain's log Never fall in love with a poet our emotions burrow themselves deeper than a naked mole rat Exposed, Vulnerable Just like that time in biology class dissecting the rigamortis set frog JUST LIKE LOVE Paralyzed Nailed on all four appendiges For what??? Love? Love is sometimes a Lie that we tell ourselves so we feel comforted. The fairytale we read to children The moralistic ones where the princess is a vision and the Prince is an amorous gentleman Walking hand in hand in the sunset immortalized as one of the biggest lies But what of love?? Real love the kind that drives you to a sickness So nauseating you lose yourself in the process Only simply to be there for them......... to eleviate any of their suffering What of the tears??? That LOVE seems to squeeze out of your once sprite like Disposition Like a worn out mop that drips milky white left over mess Lackluster like a dying fern, you have lost your glow Resulting from the aftermath that your hurricane love Dissapated What of loneliness.... Love Makes your fingers at night notice how alone they feel Like a drug, you go through withdrawels You try to intertwine your left hand with your right You know it will never be the same Your Queen sized bed feels as if it has grown to the size of Antartica Where your insides grow so frostbitten from your bitterness and you fear that you are so far gone and isolated No one will hear your whispers What of loves, loving distrust Lies and Broken promises seem to defeat a person sometimes from honest confessions Because distrust is like a math problem. Sometimes my friends, you have to discover what type of equation is their male partner. But love is more like the Infinity symbol. In that 2 bonded circles flow LIke simultaneous toilets being flushed in Australia Circling around sucking water into the pipes back into the earth Love is the Infinity symbol because nothing can be Charted in Infinity Understood or even Wanted LOVE IS TEMPEST like a TSUNAMI TREMBLE Love is kind but scarring. You never know if you have found your penguin dance partner that will always stay beside you Or Ensare you faster than a venus fly trap. Ripping you apart like a Praying Mantis This is why you should never fall for a poet We know Love, and sometimes the horror of it.