Haunting...
This song is magnetic and sensual, while simultaneously repulsive.
It amazes me what we can do (or not do) in the name of love... and what we call love.
Oh, but we romanticize the sexy struggle of self-made drama, the violence, and the turn-on of illicit "love." All while scorning fidelity, commitment, and trust, passing these off as boring and dull.
Some take abuse, some give it, under the guise of love.
Some sacrifice all, some take all, for the sake of love.
Others lay down their lives, their hearts, while the object of their love walks over it, boots muddy...
Some speak words, some use fists, and say it is love.
Some call it a feeling.
I call feelings fleeting.
Some call it a choice.
I call it a conviction, an act of will.
Some mistake sex for love.
Saying passion defines the heart.
But sex is not love.
And passion has many faces.
Love is not pain.
Pain is pain.
And lies are not love.
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