Love is a word of many slips

That will never escape

The boundaries

Of my tight-clenched lips.

Foolish choices, unheeded advice

Lie scattered along

It’s fearsome path.

Repentance will not suffice.

Aversion is a better way

To stay trouble-free.

How quickly does it hypnotise

And genuine fears allay?

Love, worse than a murderer’s knife

Worse than a criminal’s guilty thoughts

Love, whose deeds should be punished

Love, causing unmitigated strife.

Love, you are now, henceforth dead.

You are to never come close to me.

Love, you will not disrupt my life.

I will not be easily led.