A lawless love
When love is self-detrimental
Who is to blame?
The need to love another mutes all sensibility,
It heightens sensitivity.
I’m a lover of beings
And lover of love,
My greatest strength is my greatest weakness,
Vanity the sinking sand poses as concrete.
I’m of an invidious nature I suppose-
So hard it is to hold one’s own hand,
Perhaps there’s reason to this madness.
I’ve seen love soar to the greatest heights,
Felt its whirlpool strangle me at its worst
And so I know, this is not love.
Looking for a reason with no voice,
To watch it bow in submission
But I know the truth, it is simple.
This bears no colour of love,
It wears no mask,
This is no charade
I am to blame.