Slaves To Love
Love is a cruel thing.
It gives you hope,
Then snatches it back in a heartbeat.
It gives you solace
Then drowns you in your own pool of blood.
It makes you feel beautiful,
Then shows you the mirror that only reflects the ugly,
The distorted.
Love is a saviour that destroys us.
The more you let it breed,
The more it will eat you hollow.
The more you feed it with your soul,
The more you’ll lose control.
Love cannot be tamed.
Tread carefully, friend, tread carefully.
My 30th and final contribution to NaPoWriMo.
Cheers to a wonderful journey.
My words may not be good enough, but they are liberating.
Myshelle Congeries 
Liberating indeed!
May 1, 2013 at 9:26 pm
I enjoyed your work tremendously – well done and thank you 🙂
My view though is that love is not capable of what you say…It simply is… I think we are the ones trying to enslave love and therefor the endless battle..:-)
May 1, 2013 at 11:25 pm
Your poem reflects the brutal truth about committing yourself to only one person. Eventually the love diminishes and if one or the other involved are unwilling to participate in the relationship, inevitably someone becomes damaged.
May 2, 2013 at 10:01 pm
You’ve given great thought into this.
Thanks for dropping by 🙂
May 2, 2013 at 11:17 pm
Anytime! :O)
May 3, 2013 at 10:05 am
Wow twisted and beautiful!
May 6, 2013 at 2:17 am
I’ll take that as a compliment! 😀
May 6, 2013 at 1:45 pm
Stumbled upon your blog by chance. This piece is so beautiful. Commendable job. 🙂
May 9, 2013 at 2:39 am
Thank you! 🙂
May 12, 2013 at 8:33 pm
Unforgiving!
May 12, 2013 at 11:32 pm