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Serial Killer Named Love

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Love kills the heart of one who once had such a simple soul,
Its scythe so easily carves into the organ like a butcher knife to raw meat

This soul bleeds out to Love,
And Love does not care
When it seeks your pain of your heart

Love dresses in a red, silk robe,
Seeming to be so delicate and delightful as a voluptuous rose,
And there is a hood attached, draping over its head,
Love hides its face in secretivity, leaving only a mystery,
Yet for when its face is shown-
You see the face of a death that kills you,
Yet you don't see an engraved tombstone

But you notice a painstaking rock inside your chest

Love embraces you with intertwining arms,
And clouds your mind and your once-so-sharp intuition

Love lifts you to keep you off your feet,
So not once did you feel sad nor did you feel the need to end it

Love kisses you softly,
So that you have that spark and not speak

Love also gouges you in the back to reach your charmed heart,
So that all could end and burst out to pain and complications
This is a pretty simple, yet intentional poem. I've had to deal with a lot of problems involving love these past few months. A lot even before then, but kind of worse at this time. I'm still sorting out some because there's other people who pop up and it's troubling. It's like... I wish I could love everyone, ya know? And I can't, and I have to deal with it. But in the long run, it'll all be fine as long as I try hard to do what I must :D

Love sucks :P
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apocalyptico100's avatar
Amazing. :happycry:

love sucks :P