This Is Love
They will lie
pretending to care
perhaps believing their own chatter
feigning interest
pretty made up stories
that you will dream about
with breathless anticipation
They will leave you dangling in mid-air
like a disjointed marionette
unable to wipe the sick plastic smile off of your aching face
They will tell you that "this is love," and "this is love,"
until love means nothing but silence, pain,
and empty promises
This is not love...
Angela Minard 2014©
Photography by~ Frank T. Zumbach
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