Self-Defense From Love's Twisted Shape

i am
tired of minding
love,

it is twisted and
it is twisting me

it is hard headed
it is not learning anything from
my logic

now i have decided
not to mind it at all

my glimpse shall be
its luxury

now i prefer talking to
the deaf woman
dancing with the blind

singing with the mute
listening to the crowd

this love is cruel
i will not allow it

killing me without
my own defenses ready

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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