The Ambivalence of Love

As we contemplate every breath
Its purpose, raw like cold air
We’re faced with truths
Naught but others’ perception

When you’re caught in vines
And too weak to let loose
From his touch
Burning. Deleterious

Stares, harsh as headlights
from an impatient motor
humming in the distance

Choices you have to make
As vulnerable as prey
Bleeding from the mouth

Yet, he wraps your wounds
With sugar coated candy strips

Your wings, tampered

And all your needs are met

Mj Blasco

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All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise

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