• love is just too dangerous
    too risky for my armor
    too changing for my schedule
    too moody for my health
    hate is so reliable
    death is a certain
    hate is unwavering
    and death is not a burden
    so why is it that on every
    bench
    in new york
    a young girl
    and boy
    kiss and love
    instead of strangle each other?
    is it perhaps
    because humans
    lust for risks
    and will take the chance
    of broken armor
    merely because they know
    one day
    it will heal stronger...