The concept of love, a cruel delight so sweet but sour it executes fright. I can't tell if i feel butterflies or moths but the sensation strikes something in me. It makes me feel as though i have a purpose. A purpose filled with glee but then again the heart is deceitful. A fool for attention. It craves human touch it longs to be noticed by a soul but now not all souls are pure. Love is the concept of souls colliding with the hope that there won't be a negative reaction. Now i ask you this. What happens when our souls collide when they weren't meant to? How large the negative reaction? What about consequence. Now i know you're tempted to say heartbreak but stay with me now...What are the consequences of heartbreak? What happens to the pain in you? What happens to your soul? Now you might not understand me i get it but what happens when yin and yang come together only to seperate? Do you ever lose the gray? Do you ever go back to pure white or eternal black? The concept of love a lost definition a hopeless sorrow. The feeling of trust lost never to be found again. Repair that can never be renewed. Now you might find my statements as contradictory for i have no definite definition but isn't that what love is? A form of contradiction? A positive feeling with a negative outcome.
-Madam Mayhem