Beneath Euphoria

Falling in love,
The imminent rise followed by the detrimental fall,
An overwhelming feeling of euphoria at the surface,
Beneath riddled with more complexity,
A vast and perhaps quixotic project.

It’s the pictorial, methodical plucking of heart strings.
By the chosen puppeteer.
An entertainer of inner desires.
A play on the most brittle strings
With just the slightest of movements,
Hearts giving in.

It’s a lose-lose proposal,
By the chosen suicidal executioner.
Nevertheless, still craved by the innocent.
Like their own forbidden fruit
Taunting and tempting you from infancy,
Essentially irresistible.

It’s sightlessly submitting to the tribulation,
By the chosen prescription.
Like an injection of pleasure
Priced at exorbitant rates.
Is it an oppression worth encountering?
A high will never feel so low.

A promise of eternal love,
However, promises are fickle.
The true harshness of doom.