It is

Love is
a myth
a mirage
a cage of torture
a way to cripple one's self
something that can bring even the strongest person on there knees
Love is something I wish away
something I will hide from
Love is something I wish to purge from my soul and wash from my body
Love is the most violent and despicable disease
Love has no cure, no weakness
Once infected
always weak
always open to pain
always
Love is always no matter what
love is a curse that can't be lifted it's just always

Carelessly Tormented

I feel the collapse I feel the downfall the struggle that rages all tangled up on the inside.
All tearing me up on the inside I feel the destruction and the severity of it all.
I tear at everything ripping it all to pieces leaving nothing left but the broken.
I claw at anything to stop this downfall.
I felt it all grasping and choking me tightly I feel the numbness and welcome it.
Letting go and falling back into the blank grayness.
Letting the dust and cobwebs scatter about this broken heart of mine
I let these useless emotions crackle and breakdown into nothingness.
I’m cascading into a swirl of negative emotions that have burdened and surrounded my presence.
I look into the ravaged darkness that reflects my carelessly tormented heart and just release myself to it‘s darkness.

Bared

Bare your eyes but hide your soul
Spread the weakness like the cancerous disappointment embedded upon your path
Watch the tears melt into your hidden places
Flowing and flowing yet gone in a second
Never more seen but always felt burning deep