I Met Despondency

Love is fury, dependency, anxiety,
paranoia, psychosis, and hatred.
It is helplessness, sadness, and impotency.
Ohh, and we’re not even talking sex yet.

Love is sickness, despair, and unrelentingly
threatens our rightful equanimity.
I have sworn if off, not for spite, actually
for its sake. Now, I am in love with me.

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