it will insert its steel rods directly into your spine,
arms,legs, and soul
and twist
until it gets whatever it wants from you
it will lock you away even after the fire and the roar have been stilled
love makes it so much harder
than it ever had to be
love is the tragic hero
who rationalizes doing virtually anything it needs to do
even if it means killing the main attraction in the process
and not realizing it until it's too late
love breaks you down
without ever saying a word
but after the rapture and the torment
its saving grace is that its end
is really the beginning of something else
so that the joy and the torture are really like love letters
of a kind
that somehow never seem to get sent.