Revelation
I just realized
love does not exist.
It is an illusion,
a dark shadow of a foggy mist.
What we feel
we think is real
is just a dream,
a scar we wait for our hearts to heal.
Fluids we pass
between succulent reds,
making love,
all a pretense to get in our lover’s beds.
For thousands of years
we lived and lied,
making up fairytales
for lovers of lovers who selfishly died.
What do we see
when we think it is the one?
We only see our lives,
passing by the chance of having fun.
It is only to get
those two drops that must
mingle and play
in a moment of joy of earthly lust.
It was never to live
happily ever after.
It is always for this day.
Foolishly our lust we had to master.
I just realized
I need to live.
A revelation
that my love I don’t need to give.
Illusion
