What is love?
What is love?
A dazzling emotion of complex wanting and lust?
A lie told to little girls by cinematography that one day their true happiness is to be found in the comfort of a man?
Why do we long for it so?
To be loved and craved as we crave for them
To satisfy our primal instincts with mixed ideas of a burning desire called lust for passion
To seek comfort in a figure who only dares to plant his seed within you before moving on
Do not be fooled by his meticulous ways my friend
Do not stare into his eyes, seeing a glint of light and convince yourself it is his soul connecting with yours
For it is not
He is merely envisioning his dark fantasy upon you
Like a hunter inflicting pain on its prey
Luring you into a trap only to desert you
Leaving you with an unforgettable feeling of sadness and longing
Of foolishness and despair
For you have fallen into a trap
Like so many before you
And you are left in your struggle
Drowning in your sorrow
Feeling a welding pain in your heart letting you feel as though it is broken in its entirety
Hope is lost
For you have given everything you once found sacred and virtuous
To a stranger you thought you knew only to feel it
But instead you are left with regret
What is love you ask
Why shan't it come for me
Why am I not to see the true beauty of what the heart desires?
And it is for the reason that the heart desires nothing
Love is an illusion painted with beautiful words, beautiful ideas, beautiful fantasies
As though it were painted by the stroke of an artists brush, to perfection
So that we cannot see its flaws until we in enraptured
Until the oil in the canvas has faded away...
That is love
And it shall never change
What is love you ask?
It is what will bring you shame.