Love is a monsterA Poem by under-the-waterLove. Love is a
monster. Hidden in
descise as heart shaped
chocolate boxes. And Home made
love notes And Music mix
tapes. And Red
roses. And Charm
bracletts. With crappy
stick on glitter. Love. Love is a
monster. It inhales
your weaknesses Spitting back
vulnerability That now will
lurk in you forever. Opening up
your chest Seeping into
your heart So it can
live in side you And destroy
your indiviguality. Love. Love is a
monster. It feeds off
of your innocence. Chewing and gnawing
at your common sense So that right
and wrong bleed into a blur of confusion Shoving you
into mistakes. Love. Love is a
monster. it drinks
your defenses The same ones
you once made Just to
protect your self From getting
hurt one more time. But love
works in strange ways. And knocks some
stupid person into your life And you decide
that they’re just the most “amazing thing” But now your
stuck with this damn vulnerability And there is
no other choice but to give them a piece of you That
they don’t want Nor deserve it But just the
silly thought of being wanted gets stuck in
your head And love is
just sitting back relishing the trainrek of what your becoming. Love. Love is a
monster. It takes you hostage Along with redroses on valentines day. And good
night I love you texts. And butterfly
kisses. And chocolate
hearts. And just
having someone to want you. Just knowing
that maybe there is a reason for you. That somebody
actually needs you. That if you
dropped off the face of the earth. Some one
would cry. And would
miss you. But Love
likes to trick you. And make you
feel that way. But your not. And In the
end. When he says
“its not working” Love has
completed its task. And You have
let that monster love Burn you And now all your left
with is the cold truth. © 2012 under-the-waterAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 26, 2012 Last Updated on July 26, 2012 Authorunder-the-waterin a box on the side of the rodeAboutAs a child I was constantly sticking my fingers in sockets and trying to figure out if grief had its own color. more..Writing
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