Love is Pain

Love is portrayed as such a desired emotion,
But it leaves its victims in a sickening motion,
They crave the attention and long for the lust,
Knowing that they may be involved with lies and mistrust,
They put themselves through the agonising pain,
Even when they know that there is nothing to left to gain,
They convince themselves that they are ‘in love’ with an individual,
They lower defences, so low it becomes pitiful,
They expose themselves to traitorous torture and torment,
They expect more than what they are given and meet with love’s sidekick, discontent,
Their happiness begins to crumble as arguments evolve,
And yet with this potion they still involve,
They simply don’t realise that they’re not in love with their beloved,
They don’t notice that they’re in love with the experience of being loved,
They can experience soul-crushing physical and mental abuse,
They can be held captive in an imaginary noose,
Tied tight around their neck are their ‘loved’ one’s sinful hands,
Forcing them to obey any desired command,
The lowered defences cause them to be weak,
The potion of love clouds their judgement and introduces a continuous losing streak,
They cannot seem to live without the pain love has afflicted,
And they fail to see that to love they are addicted,
The constant rows, powerful punches and spiteful insults,
Are what gives an individual that unforgettable impulse,
The desire to grasp onto love and remain victim to its charm,
To become blind and oblivious to the love related harm,
Many people do however free themselves from the devil of love,
Escaping love’s clutch and flying away, becoming a dove,
A symbol of peace and freedom for a while,
Until that moment where with love they reconcile,
They discover a new being to ‘love’,
Treating them as if they have been sent from above,
But no angel walks upon this lonesome Earth,
For they know that love upon Earth is not worth,
The spine-tingling pain, the ever-lasting scars and the ocean of tears,
They do not see the appeal of living in endless fear,
Of the person they ‘love’, the person who is supposed to care,
But also the person who controls you, telling you what to wear,
They are held prisoners, captured in their own self conceited hearts,
Simply because with love they do not wish to part,
So, day by day they accept the abuse and tolerate the pain,
But they only have themselves to blame,
They allow themselves to be subjected to devastating lies that the powerful potion will bring,
Oh love, what a disgustingly beautiful thing.