They're all just so sad and broken in their own ways
     And they have flocked to each other because together,
              The suffering feels smaller
                   Not so big
                       Not so daunting
                             And to them,
                                     I'm the deep pool
                                           where they can pour their pain into
                                                And never have to think of the possibility
                                                  Of
                                               a
                                     flood
                                   And
                         I
                 Am
Drowning

When I'm alone, finally independently
Individual
The darkest furthest corners of my mind
The other half of me reaching out
Whispers sweet alluring things, kindly
Gently
Tugging carefully at the strings of my will
Caressing, plucking and eventually
Clipping
The lines to my resistance
The chords of my voice
Allowing the floodgates to fall, collapse and
Surrender
And let me
Myself, the independent
Individual
Take control

I've said these words a thousand times,
I've said these words to a thousand people,
I've lied with these words to a thousand hearts,
And I've killed with these words, a thousand loves.

Love is a violent act.
I mean, how does something,
So sweet and lovely,
Make you ready to commit,
Brutality and adultery,
And render us so incapable,
Of thinking past jealousy?
With red words fogging our eyes,
And a black void echoing between our ears,
I think love is a violent act.
For nothing like it,
Motivates us to tear down cities,
Dance in the ruins,
And rebuilt something new,
All for one person.
Love is a violent act,
That makes us take our hearts,
Pry, rip and tear slowly from our chests,
And lay it as an offering,
To someone who doesn't want it.
Love is such a violent act,
Melting our brains and controlling our tongues,
Numbing us to the fact that if we care, we will hurt,
Giving us an addiction worse than that to drugs,
God, it made us do so many things we shouldn't have done.
Love is such an unforgivable,
Violent,
Act.