Crave

The antagonist of love is not hate
loss is its counterpart, and grief
fractured heart and saint shattered by mortal wounds
Love is a fucking catastrophe
A callous calamity awaiting the unwary
and the unprepared
still I bow before you, to fall on my sword
or rise in your glow
there was such ecstasy, such as men have never known
and such mourning lament
that civilisations would crumble in its wake
I am the human sacrifice you made
to arrest the fall and decline
of your own world
and you gladly threw me on that funeral pyre
not-yet-dead, but bleeding and gone
broken hands reaching into pleading, longing
for that touch that never comes
this is the light of the dark star
I fell forever into blue-eyed passion
as my hazel looked back with pining heart
Love is a fucking catastrophe
Love is not fucking
Love is

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