Love is suicide!

So many have said love leaves scars.

So I asked myself "where’s the scar?

 And so I searched for it. I discovered it’s metaphorically on the heart, right in the center.

My scar feels cool, fresh, and appreciative of the breeze.
So why does one walk into a relationship if there is the possibility, a very large one,

Of breaking up? A trust.

 No matter how close and how trusting you may be, there will always be the scar.

What inflicts the pain? What instrument? A knife, a dagger, a sword.

 Every lover has a sharp weapon and when they accept,

Both knives dive through the chest to impale the heart.
Suicide.
If you pull out that instrument you may recover early or you may bleed and bleed

Gushing your blood across the floor,

Spreading your anguish on the one who stabbed you!

The longer you leave it in however, your heart may begin to seal around the blade.

 Yes, it still hurts when the weapon is removed.

Many times though, someone you’ve loved for so long will ease it back out.

 It hurts, but you do not bleed as much.
The problem with the heart healing on it is when your lover twists it on you.

 Often unintentional, but oh how it hurts.

But this time, in a long relationship, the lover helps you clean up the mess and helps it heal.
The impeller is symbolic in many ways.

Yes, it hurts, yes it heals, but have you considered once they take their hands off?

It sits in your chest. Your weapon sits in theirs.

You can feel the burden of it in you; you know it’ll hurt once it’s removed, yet you accept it! Those true will accept the burden.

Those others aren’t worth your consideration.

 They can’t remove it themselves, only you can and only they can remove it from you.

If you cheat, taking on another’s blade at the same time, how long can you withstand?

Not long, I assure you.

They may both be ripped out at the same time and you’re left to rot in your own pool of Disgrace!
There must be a trust there if you plan on leaving a blade there for a while.

You must trust the sword will be lifted easily,

And you must make it your best interest to return the respect.

The hearts will mend, closer than ever.
And look at your weapon of choice: A new blood stain from the pumping center itself.

With each stain, you have that much experience and have survived that many.

Only one thing left to do. Stab away! Murder, slaughter! Be slaughtered!

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” color=”#ff0000″ size=”3″>Isn’t that what love is?

You do this to yourself!

Love is Suicide!