Love is Twisted

 Day 5! Here's a piece straight from the heart, about love (and less generic than my last one).

Love is Twisted


Love is a twisted little thing.

It’ll bring you up from the doldrums of your heart.

It’ll hold you up, suspended, so far above the little ridges that lie below.

Maybe it’ll let you look into their eyes, maybe it’ll be a fresh start.

Maybe love will hold your hand, with arms swinging low.


But love is a messy little fellow.

It’ll let you rust, indifferent to your slow decomposition.

It won’t clean up after itself. It’ll make you pick up all the pieces.

Maybe you’ll be happy to pick them up, though.

Maybe because you think, you feel, that that’s what love needs.


But love is always hiding something.

It’ll keep a wall up around its true feelings. 

It’ll let you get comfortable, and then open up its doors.

Maybe you weren’t ready for that.

Maybe you’ll let it go, for their sake.


But love is fickle.

It’ll let you down fast, no lead-in, a single, auditory blast.

It might not surprise you. It might not make you cry.

Maybe that’s what you want to feel.

Maybe you saw it coming. Maybe you should have seen it coming.


But love is gone.

Love is twisted.

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