As a psychosis trigger –
As a suicide attempt –
Never fall in love, they’ll say.
The hospitals are filling with the lovelorn:
Teenagers who have faced the gale smash
Of the blunt force trauma that Love is
And are spiralling – with overdriven hormones,
Broken hearts and deflowered souls –
Are swarming the wards for a cure.
Women who have become stitched-up pastels
Imprinted with varying shades of scars
From hard brushes with attempted immolation
Are creeping in…still tethered to the violence of loving the ignobles..
Love is a felonious assault on all the hope that encourages fighting for tomorrow
Love is an uncontrolled demolition job on innocence
Love is holding on to vanishing illusions – like families abandoning, like a country flailing, like new born babes dying too soon.
Love is hallucinatory – seeing a beauty that was never there
Love is a schizophrenic episode – cleaves you into a pleaser and a wanter in one body
Love is an abusive behaviour – like a crack cocaine habit
Find a rehab…find a vaccine…find therapy
Then recuperate from love.