Needle in hand here I stand ready and willing to inject love again bi-pass the brain, bi-pass the pain and straight to the heart.

Feeling all sense of reasoning depart as I am starting to feel the high, I start believing in all the lies all the clichés that say love is blind, love will conquer all, and you’ll find the one someday.

I’m starting to crash coming off my high at last, no longer seeing the world though love stained eyes knowing now that love is dead and so am I, just want to close my eyes, just want to fill the holes in my heart with lead.

Instead, I’ll sit and cry as more pieces of me dies just like the time I realized that the tooth fairy and saint nick was a load of ****, lies they sold me without a warranty.

I fell to sleep in a river of my own tears seeing my worst fears that to her love was all lies; love was just spreading her thighs. I was seeing the world through love stained eyes.

I awoke the next day and I started to pray, the whole world wasn’t this way, so I took a deep breath looked around no one like me left to be found. I’m just a freak in this small town
one of a kind out of place out of time. Looking for real love one that will pass the test of time, but only in the older folks this is found.

When I’m sober and not on loves high, not blind and have come out of this delusion of mine about true love in our time. I start to get it in my head and take it into my heart that romance and chivalry are dead.

So I’ll stop looking for the one and stop wasting my time, and find a compromise to loves broken lies. Something less refined more jaded with less frustration and more sedation, less confusion more illusion.

Woke up this morning hopping to find the one but found none. Put the needle in my hand and straight to the heart all over again, believing the lies as she spreads her thighs saying she will love me for all time, seeing the world through love stained eyes.