Love
Love is the bottom of a wine bottle
Days after a good party and a bad hangover—
Sticky and black.
Love is a conniving frienemy
That poisons you blind—
Forges entrapment for release,
For happiness.
Love is patient, love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It seduces, it destroys,
It frees you
Inside a tiny box
To run, to exercise
The demon that possessed your heart.
Love is wicked, love is right,
Its what made you open the wine bottle
To celebrate, to cry.
It broke your heart
But sang you to sleep,
It wooed you, but cut you so deep.
Famous Last Words 
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