I don’t fall in love with people.
I’m far too severed from the memory of innocence to allow such a feeble emotion to control me.
This does not remove from me the real emotion to love people and things.
I love, and will continue to, it is my profession.
But to be in love is the devils play, to distract you from the real art of actual love.
Loving death so much you’d live out your every breath for it.
To magnify your ending.
To make your ceremony of union grand.
That is the greatest love of all.
I love it so much I’d rise out of hate of myself for it,
I’d only fall,
Into my grave,
Into a love spot,
Not in love itself.