True love is said to be once in a lifetime and rare. In the meantime, there are false versions of it to question.
Why doth we protest too much? With regards …
To this..
Thing called Love… In fabricated pyramid projections.
Sweet nothings uttered weightlessly.
All done to satisfy inner insecurities of rejection.
All done to enslave a heart and receive affection.
Humor us silver tongued bandit of deception.
To receive validation and approval of this thing called love. Of being adored, adulated and demonstrations of devotion, look now. Lack of fulfillment and voids now satiated with only a band aid.
A temporary clause in the repair of inflicting a wound of continuous despair.
The call and response, the longing and the want.
The pulling back in order to gain pretentious leverage.
All while your mind is stuck between alternate realities.
The sacred versus the profane and the real versus the frauds.
We crawl ~ Into the rubber band effect.
Too much adage produces wrong effects.
In patterns we sway to and away from.
To create the tensions of seduction.
We agree so that we can disagree.
We accept so that we can reject.
We appease so that we can be appeased.
See the strings fastening to raw skin?.
The wounded healer brands the heart.
And peels it’s every layer in direct sunlight.
Scorching hearts who further trust and surrender.
To the ideal of a loving rainbow and a reward for.
What you generously put into that pot of gold.
That pie in the sky, the illusion of the conclusion.
Of ultimate infatuated overinflated artificial love.
Come get a hot cup of nothingness and call what you will.
Another train wreck at the scene of the accident which has now.
Become your love life, seeing now how expectation can ruin.
How over posturing can boomerang right in your chest.
And how no one builds a better fantasy versus the imagination, than you.
That once engaged can produce an illusion to come down to crash, so true.
It is bi polar loving, it is assuming and irrelevant.
The only things that endure are the truth and logical reality.
Who said love had to be a commercial for the latest drug.
Once you hear the side effects you are actually left pondering.
Just why are you running into a field of marigolds barefoot?.
When in actuality your running through vines of thorny roses.
All the while your bloody feet are being torn to shreds.
You pause to take off the rose colored glasses.
Suddenly someone yells, “CUT” and you realize.
You can take that both literally and figuratively at this point.
The epiphany of folly’s wanderlust in fantasy and ideology.
Versus the actual terrain which is a concocted version of dispersion.
Of non actual, factual and elusive petals of crafty beguiling supplications.
Where is the logic in the nonsensical?
When everybody has a different opinion.
And that opinion is changing with every passing day.
Why do we gas ourselves up to reach for the top?.
When all we get is just one pitiful drop.
How enduring this fallacy of this pseudo love.
A demolition of the heart!
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