The Curse of Love

by Love Poetry: Jason Reams
(Brisbin, Pennsylvania)

'Let me tell you a story of tragic
About this thing called love, believed magic
But I am not so blind in this strange category
Now listen, please, to this woeful story

Love, you see, is an awful curse
It tears you down 'til you're in a hearse
Like rats in a maze, we play this game
Hoping to find something pure, something sane

I thought I had love once, when I was weak and stupid
But the harsh reality being, there are no arrows from a devious Cupid
This love I had, it drove me mad
And now so angry, I plot your demise and it makes me glad

"These violent delights have violent ends," wrote Shakespeare
And now I can only wish that you were here
Not so I could love you, but to make you pay
For when you left, the broken heart stayed

I now truly see who you really are
Someone who doesn't acknowledge when they've done harm
You betrayed me and I'll have my revenge
The next time you see my face, it will be your end'

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