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.