#haddaway
Love? Is senseless abandon.
Love, is bicycles, tandem.
One person, climbing a slope.
The other owns the rope.
Love is compromise.
The unwelcome surprise.
A construct of lies.
For purpose, we try.
Love is commerce.
Watching a hearse.
Everything you lost.
The total of the cost.
Love is blindness.
Brief notions of kindness.
Tragedy, behind us.
An obligatory must.
Love is slavery.
Elected misery.
A contract to not be free.
We submit, voluntarily.
This is the last time.
She walked out that door.
My reasons, mine.
She asks for more.
I wish her well.
The desired hell.
A flippant subscription.
Greener-grass perscription.
An insipid dance rhythm ignites.
Contrasting all our fights.
I turn and I speak,
The words come weak;
"Baby, don't hurt me"
"No more"
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC