love

Love. Love , it's a double edge sword. The kind of dog that'll bite you then lick the wounds clean. The kind of guy that'll say you're beautiful then in an instant turn to your friend and say the same.

At the same time , it's wonderful. A bliss unknown to the deep dark unwanted low self esteem that lurks within us all. waiting to pounce on the latest blemish and feast on it
like a dirty wolf , feasting growing. Eating at you.
But , love is like a light to the darkened wolf. Ending it with a swift blow.
love.

Comments

samueltfranklin

This is a very unique love poem. I don't think I've ever heard of love being compared to a two-faced dog. The last sentence, especially, "Ending it with a swift blow," really adds an odd violence which may at first seem out of place in a love poem, but is fitting, as well--love is a rather complicated thing, and many acts have been carried out in its name. Good work!

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