Love
Love..oh yes...fucking typical of a poet, innit? however..let's have a talk about it. Love...huh..you can't help but wonder..what is love, really? finding your hearts counterpart? the one who makes you complete? or is it just a biological politically correct term for saying "looking for someone to fuck?" all love is is people looking for others to save them for from the desperation of their own loneliness. people need "love" without it..we are filled with dread and darkness...going from day to day as a husk..feeling useless in the universe. watching others become happy..going off..leaving you in your pain...your pit of nothingness...some of us have gotten so used to that pain..not even "love" can pull us out. however..what if you meet someone else in that pit of pain? you force yourself to communicate with them..holding onto some sort of slim hope that they too..are truly suffering like you are. what if they are? will they take you? can you be so lucky? some are..but some..some are denied happiness..even from others in that same pit..that same hell. some of us are cast down.uncaring..into a deeper part of that pit..a part of no escape. open your eyes sometime..see what that pit is...that pit can only be the barrel of a gun..your only escape. love is positive? love makes mountains of men...but can make mice of mountains. everyone finds someone? tell that to the person win the pit...tell that to one who has been through constant rejection; constant pain. but don't look too hard..you might see how it is..and realize...you are heading there..to that barrel..to that end. try your hardest...if not..the last light you see..will be muzzle flash..and why are you here? one word:..love.