The dawn of new love
Can shine through the dark sky
Only to be the silver lining
To the heaviest of clouds
That promise the coming of a storm.
Love is not in the least bit poetic
As has been waxed by writers for centuries.
I say it once, and once more again-
Love is insanity, and it drives you up the walls
And you end up breaking all decorum
Over the simplest things
You question every conversation-
Especially if you aren't a part of it,
Until you conclude that the world hates you
And everyone is out to steal what is yours
Even if you haven't so much as made a move.
You read into signs that do not exist
And rage over slights imagined.
Love is grotesque, absolutely horrendous:
For with pink comes the green of jealousy.