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I've heard that love is sweet poison that leaves you hungry and leads you blind.

I've heard that love is war. It ends the peace and makes the heart fight for more.

The love I have feels dangerous; uncertainty seems routine, not dire.

You can put up with abuse and drive love away or avoid it all and fan the fire.

Your love might be in peril; your dear one's feelings are difficult to gauge.

You try to get a read on their elusive character, but there's an opaque haze around their aura.

The less they say, the less you know of them, the more of what you hope for is expected.

What do you wish to hear? Do you want to know what's true? What have you assumed?

Cognitive dissonance grows as unrealistic beliefs are never realized.

Lovers idolize their beloveds, but, inevitably, reality hits and their true colors show.
A pretty girl peaks a guy's interest.
They talk a bit but she won't give in.
To her, he's a mystery to question.
Is he greater or less than expected?

He wishes he could remain that way,
filling in blanks with what she wants.
If he knew luxury is what she desires,
he'd try to stay a mystery or be a liar.

He might take her to the Ritz
and tell her he's rich.
In reality, he's no such thing,
but he dreams.
Isaac Carden Mar 9
flames of faith burn bright
faith destroyed my life
still I have a little, but
when all the stars align
I won't start a forest fire
the flames of faith burn bright
I contain them with my skepticism
Isaac Carden Mar 4
Im so high
Thats all i can say
And im not gonna say that

Shes so cool
I'm just being nice
Do you like
The juxtaposition
?
Isaac Carden Jan 14
Mid
Not special
Average every way
Can't accept it
Learn a lesson
My gift
Ignoring I'm the same

Unreal
Grandiosity
Festers like a plague
Big dreams I can't say
Are insane and I'm ashamed

Humble me
Sink it in
Not smart
Average
IQ of 100
Most mid
Does accepting insecurity make you more secure?
Isaac Carden Jan 14
Tragedies were beautiful
In Greek theatre,
And still they're powerful;
Maybe death's a favor.
Sadness brings me down to earth,
Far from heaven and the angels.
Still I'm lucky,
Knowing hell would be much worse.
Isaac Carden Jan 14
I don't know why,
But no one likes me,
And it pains me.
I think I'm wrong
In so many ways.

If I give up,
It'll stop hurting.
My lesson in life
Is learning
To numb the pain.

I'm running on empty,
Searching aimlessly;
My mind is in a daze.

My soul is longing
For what is gone,
And now a thick fog
Pervades.
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