Love and Loathing
They were moments without meaning…
A soothing illusion of safety during a storm.
Well intended tokens of misplaced faith …
Tin medals commemorating saints long forgotten.
Words that became meaningless syllables…
Partial truths spun from the webs of insecurity.
Certainties revealed to be uncertainties…
A passion lost in perverse notions of chivalry.
Emotion born of need, so sure to falter…
Yet sustained by the waters of fate.
Love and loathing cupped in a tight embrace…
A silent storm raging on in the silence.
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