Sucker For Love (Cupid's Chokehold)

Originally Written June 10, 2008

I have dwelled amongst the reams of drunken lovers dreams.
And I have thought the thoughts that were greater than they seemed.
Had the exposure to the closures of Cupid’s lucky clovers,
and reaped the consequences of his unlawful deceit.

See these Journeys, or should I say these tourneys?
Have been going on for a while.
I first fell in a fallen state of infatuation with his smile.
He introduced me to his friend that he plays like a children’s game.
A slave on his list of names and soon mines would become the same.
He told the name. I was familiar with the fame.
The most famous and the blame for the happiness and the shame.
But as soon as I was introduced to that world,
there was no turning back.
The name was Love and with the strum of Cupid’s bow
It was me it would attract.
Mixing of dangerous chemicals not knowing how it would react.
But that
wasn’t of much relevance to me.
Because I fell in love with Love but
Love refused to catch me.

But I suppose one can claim that it’s all my fault.
See, I gave the two the combination of the lock
leading to the vault.
The safe-haven and protection to my sensitive heart.
I was controlled under a spell, loyal as well,
and compelled to follow them no matter where they trailed.
And every time I said I was done and reset the numbers to my lock,
It wouldn’t take long before I gave it up again. Each time in record time.
Just seconds of the clock. I couldn’t block their attacks.
It felt like they were the only thing that kept my sanity intact.

But before it all went sour, I was happy to play the fool.
Fooled! By their trickery.
Intrigued by the false images before me.
I believed I would never be done wrong.
I felt at home. Each relationship, I felt that I belonged.
And it was great! Each morning at day break.
I couldn’t wait to greet Love's face.
Curtailed within the day would be the kiss of curious ways.
And I remained oh so faithful. But not long after turned hateful.
Love soon became ungrateful.
I was no longer enough to satisfy the hunger of the fiend.

My dreams. Crushed.
I was rushed with angry anticipation to confront the team.
I told them to leave! A termination of services
of which were no longer of need.
But with speed, I told them to quickly return.
I am gluten for punishment, addicted to the burn.
Because no matter how much it hurt with it,
I would die without Love .
And since Cupid is Love's master the both reappear
and the cycle reoccurs.
Maybe one day I will be finished with love
Or maybe Love would finish me?
Until then I’ll dream the dreams that lovers dream.
The pain of Cupid’s arrow in may back,
Aaah…so lovely…!

© Lyrically Poetic