I love you
Even though it has been a disappointing time
When the times are good it is fun
And an encompassing time
I wish for those good times to overtake
the hours of bad times
But the cycle of bad overrides the good
more often than not
Short memory may be the blame
I don't know; weakness may be to blame
What is good?
T'is to equate love with sex?
T'is to equate sex with false needs?
T'is to be loved only to be hated?
or maybe just to be used and then tossed
to the garbage heap?
And forgo then, all the times of smiles
once again to be eaten alive over
and over and over again.
What must be given up in exchange
for this false life of torture to end?
Your true self; Your head held up;
Your spirit; Your body; the world
Recede; melt away; all gone, the
price of continuing is high, so high