outofsynch | a thought experiment

no more, Love.
I am through with you.
you have battered my vessel and ripped her sails.
you have tossed her on the rocky shores.
i have too weak a heart to brave your fury again.
let it not be said that I did not find Love
but I shall tell all who seek you that you are no friend to man.

Seek not Love. Love is vicious. Love is cruel.
Love cares not for the heart of man.
Stay safe in the harbors of infatuation.
I tell you seek that which can be held and is tame, for the comfort of familiarity is a safer life.
Love will surely tear your heart out and notch her mantle one more time with its blood.

no longer will i look for love
i'm looking for infatuation.
its safe harbors with its gentle rise and fall
are much preferred to the violent changes of Love's ocean.