Love

 

Love

Love is noise
Ringing just within earshot
Resembling the laughter from your oblivious youth

Love is music
Playing the same song, only partially against your will
Because you unsurprisingly prefer it to silence

Love is an ocean
Raging tides pushing you closer to and further from
The shores where she awaits with a smile

Love is a laspe of consciouness
Beautiful because it doesn't
Remind you of anything

Love is pain
Only when it seems least painful
Do you feel as if you're enduring pleasure

Love is a dream
Dreamt by fools when we forget
Why we should have stayed awake

Love is a light
Blinding by day
Chilling by night

Love is an instrument
With unfamiliar notes playing themselves
Out of tune

Love is a theist
Faithless, but persistently
Shoving it's religion down my throat

Love is false hope
The dream we allow ourselves to perpetuate
When our future is too logical

Love is a pen
Writing novels for the satisfied
And short stories for the dead

Love is a poem
A paradox of itself, the unique artistic expression of
Something already expressed and unwantingly repeated

Love is sex
And we're all females
Getting fucked until we give in and love it

Love is a meal
Eaten before its done
With the hope that digesting it will be nutrishish

Love is a bum
Collecting our pity
Only so it can waste away at itself to our indignant dismay

Love is an opened vein
Bleeding the past
Drowning my displeasure in the memory of long gone days

Love is an unknown pleasure
Its absence has divided me from joy
And validated my suspicions of my own disorders

Love is a room
I thought you had a cozy couch to love a women on
But instead it was an armchair to spend my weekends with

Love is fear
And we're all afraid of being alone
So much that we've forgotten how to lessen the fear

Love is hate
A disdain perpetuated by our unrealistic
Expectations of human perfection

Love is a gray cloud
Pissin upon the gleeful who dance like children
In its urine, unaware that the weather is gonna change their lives

Love, I'm an old man
Rather than see how much longer I can put up with you
I'd rather you kill me now

Love, I'm tired of working
You haven't paid me for a day's work
Since I was sold into slavery for you by a former emloyee of yours, my mother

Love, I'm not a television
I can't show you all the things a human should be
Because I don't know how to be any of them

Love, I'm a child of yours
And I'd rather you disown me as soon as possible
You've treated me like your b*****d son since you birthed me

Love, I was a young woman
Full of life as I was ready to give it
But I've been raped by you too many times to reproduce now

Love, stop loving me.