What Is Love

What is love? love is an overrated sin. The inflation of elation leads to the frustration of creation the provocation of ceaseless flirtation leads to the brawling love of desired damnation unrequited love is a powerful drug our bodies desire is the grave that we’ve dug. For what is to live without this thing we call love? It is to live a life free of, nights alone and mornings plagued by sorrow haunted by the prospect of lonely tomorrow. For love pricks like a thorn when not returned, the pain of unloved lovers cannot be discerned. It is unquantifiable, of endless bounds of despair, love is the breeding ground. For how could we know love without her lover, named hate, how could we know lightness without the chains of weight? Some say love is beautiful, elegant, unparalleled, transcendent I say on hate, love is dependant. How can we crave an emotion so acrimonious An emotion inspired by a twin so felonious? For, for one to love is for another to hate, While one swells with joy, his neighbour must deflate. Such a double edged sword is not one for me, go off you lovers, seek your depressed glee.