So unfortunately I wasn’t able to finish my next anthology, Blue Autumn, by the end of February. I am getting really close to being done though. Currently finishing up stuff for the cover and getting down to the last poems I need to workshop. In the mean time I thought I’d share one more poem that will be featured in it. It’s rather cynical so be forewarned.
Chastity Love is harsh because it fools you into thinking that people want you. It leaves all your passions crushed and all your ardor desires rushed. Love is hard because it hurts you. It abandons and deserts you. It makes you think that you are sacred but instead fills you with hatred. Love is sharp because it cuts you. It mutilates and corrupts you. It makes all hope seem stale and bitter then scars your mind with pain and blisters. Love is tough because it drains you. It makes each aching fault enchain you. It breaks your spirit down with stones and then bleeds you hollow to your bones.