Love
It makes the stomach churn
Twist, turn, pure torture
A foolish fairy-notion
A nightmare come true
It binds you - not free
It blinds you - unable to clearly see...
it's ignorance
Yet to fools that's bliss
Rather to wallow in its lies and broken vows
Than to escape the rubble-the garbage that piles
Such laughable, despicable, pathetic junk
Yet some go to great lengths to keep it
In a dark alley, it steals and shatters the heart
But a realist knows to flee from it
Be lazy and lax on it
For it won't stick with you
Roll your eyes, snicker, even ignore
Remind me to forget ...
it's intense redness
For in the end the flame turns blue
Experience alters the fantasy
And although heartbreaking, it's true
It can be soul-saving
Why do we adore with everything within
What seems to send us crashing
Plummeting...
Downward...
In a bewildering abyss?
Love.
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