Love Kryptonite

The recurrent rhythmic pattern created from the insatiable, reminds me of the decline and regrowth of desire coming and going...

I am tossed to and fro with visions of grandeaur, but as I reach for the greatness that could complete me, I am struck down by the arrow descending from Cupids Dark Bow and my heartstrings are plucked and torn in two. 

How can that which makes me strong, also make me weak.  

Hidden deep within the crevice of hope lies deceptive tendencies taunting, challenging what was,  what could be, or what will become. 

Have I been duped by the hoax that love is real,  I've spilled my brokeness with the anticipation to heal from that which seems so prevalent one day,  yet... so elusive the next. 

Perplexed, I sit counting the cost of belief.

My whole self,  my being,  the me inside of me dives off the edge of doubt and I am thrusted into a parallel paradox where light cast shadows on the darkness that speaks lies to my intelligence and I am reminded and subdued by the idealogy that love does truly exist. 

Its chameleon characteristics, sometimes complex, blinds us from seeing past the false evidence that appears real (FEAR) and seeks to weigh us down,  incarcerating the agape gift trapped deep inside, concealed in the abyss of our hearts and mind.

Love is, love was,  and love will be or become my crutch,  your liberation....our kryptonite~