This isn’t love.
This is war zone, the downfall.
Hearts full of harsh, wanting to escape.
There is constant begging,
Loud apologies and then shuddering.
So close yet so far apart.
Delving to find hope, find us.
This is blinding,
It is like you are shinning me when you were supposed to fix me.
Mutilation instead of incisions.
There was denial, but now my illusions are falling one by one.
Love isn’t terrorising.
Love isn’t being trapped in shackles.
Love isn’t a tragic demise.
Love surely isn’t in your cavernous eyes.
I thought you were a gift but who knew I opened the Pandora’s Box.