The Deceitful Emotion
It seduces me.
And each time, I am attracted.
It blankets me in a dream-like bliss.
Assuring me that it will never leave.
But that's all it really is.
It's just a dream.
Always fading once it gets good.
Frantically, I try to recover this dream.
I am unsuccessful of course.
If I am to ever see it again, I must obey!
And I do.
It's worthless, yet I desire it.
It's painful, yet I endure it.
Why must I play pawn to this deceitful emotion?
I don't know.
That is why I must bear the curse.
The curse of the social creature.
The human need for a thing called love.