The Myth of Love

I see him

to conceive love
by fucking his way
through life.

Sucked into a cynical lust
trying to come out of it
but to where?

To more broken hearts
useless tears
and deceitful lies?

The perfect touch
he preferred to lose
only to realize,

Perfection doesn't exist,
itís just a myth
of what some call love.

But this nonsense
is just a disease
of vulnerability.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2016-10-23 at 21:31

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Imperfect perfection, I love this idea.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Myth of love, or Desperate for Love, and approaching it unlovingly?

Strong words, and I'm sure accurate.

Profound words, Ashe! Yes, so much is wasted in love! Such suffering and I fail to understand- for what purpose? And why do we choose to suffer with such stubbornness. We wait for magic to happen and that everything will be so magical and light again.
We can still be soft and kind even if love has failed us. Soft and tender!!!!
I don't know how much sense do I make. Nothing seems to make sense to me anymore. I guess our soul is our guide, if we repose our faith in it and not be bullied by our minds.

Nice. Myth demystified. :)

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Vulnerability causes so much needless pain. To look at it as a disease is hopeful in a way. Each can find their own cure? Or perhaps there is the ultimate universal cure for the disease. I enjoyed the poem and its view and attitude.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
He - she , seeking , what is but merely a myth. So sad , sad for us all. There a very very few , find the myth is true. Such a few , at that!

concise and cutting i love it