People think of love as a romance,
A never-ending dance,
I think of it as a blissful abyss,
Always, and yet never can it miss,
Naked hugs, warm hands, a drugging kiss,
Fear not, my dear human, for tis,
Is thy promised bliss, (an abyss).
From the outside, it's a welcoming haven,
For many reasons is it craven,
Yet it has parts darker than the feathers of a raven,
"Come forward, take from my riches, drink my wine,
For tis is quixotically, neverendingly divine,
You can claim this heavenly land, call it thine,"
Yet love stabs you with a prickly vine,
That goes by many names, nothing ever less divine,
Heartbreak, heart ache, treachery, and many more
Unspoken names.
And then the depression begins, darker than death,
Barely are you able to draw, a breath,
And then it starts, the craze,
Everywhere, you start seeing their face,
Your emotions, each feels like a darned maze,
And then they say, "It's just a phase,"
And yet each memory feels like a tase,
And your love, it withers, decays,
Life starts to feel like a ******* haze,
It starts feeling like a bunch of bays,
What boat to take to escape, to flee,
People start asking, "How can we help thee?"
Even though I'm not even me,
And dear human, so you see,
Love is nothing but a key, to discover, to see,
How you really can be.
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