love is not for the weak

she wants

a love

poem, a sappy bouquet

of flowery

words,

a Hallmark

card

of sorts,

but love isn't like that.

it's strange,

it's hard.

it's blood and guts,

it's

wandering

the night streets

with the insane.

love is a mysterious

and dangerous

game.

it's not for the weak

or faint

of heart.

it's not

a gentle summer

rain.