Uh, No!

Like a cannon to the face -

the thought of letting love back in.

Gone without a trace,

before I'd do that crap again.

!

A bath with electric eels,

would be more calming, than a first date.

Not to mess with all the feels,

but that ship has met its fate.

!

Thumb tacks on the bedroom floor,

more appealing than high heels.

Jehovah Witness at the door,

let's invite them in, to have a meal.

If that ain't clear enough,

I'll give myself a home-made Brazilian Peel.

Use a cup of lemon juice,

to aptly, hasten up the heal.

!

No, I'm not keen on love,

please take my number off your phone.

I swear to God above,

I'm doing fine, here on my own.

If I ever change my mind,

I've called ahead and hired a hitman.

With directions to leave behind,

the middle fingers of my hands.

!

Sure, it's good for some,

and I'm glad you found the real thing.

My experience with love,

was like 1000 tiny stings.

He was Jeckel for a while,

But Hyde, hid just beneath the surface.

Fooling with a smile

before exploding in my face.

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So, I may write of love,

it is as beautiful as cursive.

But for me, it's like hand cuffs,

lined with colorful cursing's.

Deliberate and hard the lines,

I draw for my protection.

So, if not having love is a crime,

then consider this my confession.