on love

i still remember it as if it were yesterday. 4am, on a chilly winter night. alone in my dorm. forsaken by the world. words flowed as freely as tears.

They say power corrupts and love completes,
I say power creates and love depletes.
They say love is magnanimous and always prevails,
I say true love is selfish and usually fails.
They say love is based on faith and is nearly divine,
I say true love is based on deceit and excess time.
They say love results from an emotional connection
I say the idea of love is derived from senseless passion.
The pursuit of happiness is a bunch of mythologised lies,
That momentary illusion is the Devil in disguise.
When love is deemed to manifest itself as a person-
That sets the course for an inevitable altercation.
No human affliction is worse than that of love,
Especially if it seems like a blessing from above.
This is not a denigration of the importance of love in one’s life,
But rather a statement on the transitory feeling that only leads on
to strife.
Connubial bliss is nothing but fiction,
Love is nothing but a made-believe notion.

nothing really deep or profound.just a true reflection of my feelings.