You do know that love could kill ya
Let all of these blame taking narcotics
Raise their hand once again
Disputing the real issue
Fall into the devotion
That may harm your every way
Every day
The sound of that name
Is enough to drain the pain
From any unfortunate dissipated lover
Here again, shifting the blame
You do know that love could kill ya
Some may say
A candle lit murder
Even so
Let’s romanticise the idea of romance
Until the faithful definition
That has lasted all this while
Pops its clogs
You do know that love could kill ya
Are you disconcerted by that idea
Does it make you feel a bit twitchy
A subliminal itch
That can only be scratched at the cost of acknowledgment
Could the stained carpets
The growing pile of dishes
Or maybe the door handle that could do with an oil
Possibly even the other one-hundred pending tasks
Be enough to draw attention to the fact
That you do know that love could kill ya.
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'Raise their hand once again
Disputing the real issue
Fall into the devotion
That may harm your every way
Every day
The sound of that name
Is enough to drain the pain
From any unfortunate dissipated lover
Here again, shifting the blame'..
a write worded with precision of a survivor's need for expressive veracity,
articulating with impassioned accuracy our collective need for self-searching endeavours to uncover, our root cause of 'learnt behaviours' cyclical nature, why
must we choose to settle for a love: to anyone who merely deigns to find us worthy of affection,
when we can be far more selective and minimise the inevitability of suffering yet another trampled heart
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