Harmful if Swallowed

Love is an entity.
Ripping through our hearts.
As it passes through
a restless blade
soaked in morphine so we wont feel pain
as it breaks down our defenses,
as it comes through slower and slower still with graceful ease;
With movement as smooth as a razor’s edge.
Sliding through at an even pace,
catching on every last barbed black thorn.
Ripping through the tissue,
poisoning the flesh like lies poison the soul.
Severing the muscle to make us weak,
serrating the spine as it leaves through the back.
This wretched blade of love. . .
is a simple phrase.
"I love you."
spoken through the lips,
consumed when they embrace,
bent back as they retrace their steps.
It's just another wasted breath.
Time will tell. . .
The blade, and the pendulum.
Back and forth and back again.
Conversing it's dark romance in the language of broken dreams;
Channeling vines of barbed wire through me.
Ripping through. . .
Tearing acrossed. . .
Whipping
Lashing
Breaking
Smashing
Blinking
Flashing
The fakest vicious grin. . .
The world has ever seen!