Truth Behind Tales (4.24.15)

Posted: April 28, 2015 in Poems

Love is often seen as heaven’s foretaste,
one that would vanquish your greatest fears and hate.
To look for it is thought of as man’s chief end;
having it means all your brokenness would mend.

But this love, a force ever so deceitful,
is far from being one so light and blissful.
The perfect depiction we always see
is just too far-flung from reality.

Cupid isn’t a babe always having a smile to wear,
nor is love that gem so desirable and rare.
But Cupid–he’s that fearsome, cunning monster,
sucking life out of you, making you weaker.

Love is the lion that lures you to its den
with its empty promises of a sweet haven,
but then chokes you until you’re miserable,
breaking you ’til you’re too irreparable.

You see, love kills more than any disease
and harms far more than any calamity.
It’s the foremost cause why countless lives cease–
the sole source of wounds that bleed eternally.


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