I do not want to be as foolish as a poet,

to let my thoughts grow feet and kidnap my sanity during the calm of a lonely night.

I do not wish to find my happiness cultivating itself in the cold and dishonest arms of Love because I will not lead my hopes on and drag them along the smooth monotony of a Lover's lies.

I have no desire of flinging myself against Cupid's broken arrow as I do not seek to be yet another one of his disappointed experiments.

I do not want to subscribe myself to a diet of Love poems and the childish pretence of Love songs.

Nor do I want to be as blind as the self-ordained preacher of a flawless Love;

None such Love exists!

I will not forget myself while browsing through someone else's fantasy of how I should be;

I also do not long to set my throat afire, professing undying Love when it never even came into conception.

I will not let Love dictate my experiences and suffocate the opinions of my goals before they even grow wings.

I cannot live my life according to some other person's manuscript and I refuse to wear my pride with censorship - all in the name of keeping a peaceful relationship because my thoughts will be cursing your name in tongues!; Holding you accountable for my regrets and persecuting you in the suffocating scent of my hatred...

I do not want Love but she seems to find me anyway. And this time she has brought me you...

BY: Elena Nomis