Not to be Trusted

Love is not to be trusted
It intoxicates
Seeping into every soggy cell
Of these animal brains
Lowering inhibitions
Making us say and do things
We normally would not
Cupid’s bow
Shoots not arrows
But hypodermic needles
A mythological syringe
Bubbling with a cocktail
Of hormones and wishes
Oh, so addictive
That romantic high
A tingling ecstasy
Always leaves you wanting more, more, more
Deliciously hooked
Never wanting to lose that feeling
The sensation
We will do anything for it
But is it love
That can not be trusted?
Or we
Who can not be trusted
With such a powerful thing
In our hands?

NaPoWriMo 2013 poem #3…This should be read rather tongue-in-cheek πŸ˜‰

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