There is no beauty or romance
In the world of Love.
It is obvious, practically blatant,
I am not one of its biggest fans-
And for good reason.
Love is an ugly thing, almost grotesque
In the way it works without logic,
For you could know the perfect one,
Who cares about your every facet
And treats you like royalty,
But it is not to be-
Instead, Love drives you crazy
Over someone who is hurtful and dismissive
And completely selfish and demanding.
Love is not poetic or artsy,
It is more of an animalistic impulse
To gravitate to the fortress
Even though you want a home.