Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks February 2015: Anti-Love - Page 7
Fear Loathes Love
Look at the pitiful fools
Clutching each other
For I may tear them apart
And the fool on his knees unaware
He’s committing to disappointment and regret.
I am not your enemy,
But a guardian of your soul –
Man’s pure instinct.
I am printed with lipstick on your collared shirt
And etched in the texts from your past.
Love cannot exist without I
Who reminds the Desperates
They are alone.
I protect you from the beast called love.
You too are a fool if you trust
Those who will rip out your heart
And crush it to a pulp.
Love is for the weak,
Try crushing a stone.