#dark poetry #love

When solitude begins to rise,
And memories spark within your eyes,

Just call me once, and you will find,
A smile, a warmth, I'll be behind.
A thousand words, I’ll softly say,
Then quietly slip and drift away.

And when your heart has healed once more,
With a smile, forget what came before.
With that smile, I'll take my leave,
And fade from you, as you believe.

Love can be so sweet, like a drop of nectar;
It fills the heart with hope and tenderness.
But love too often comes at an insidious cost:
A turbulent tide that disrupts our regress.

Vulnerability can unravel us easily;
Lovers are targets for malicious caress.
Passion runs rampant yet can rarely please us;
A double-edged sword wreaking emotional distress.