Once A Cycle Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love is not always what it is said to be, because men
and women choose to party and drink when younger.

At times getting married way to young and not able to
contend with living with another personality, different
than their own.

Later on, after divorcing, sleeping around with the same
type of people, alcoholics and drug addicts, never finding
the love they seek.

Because they are looking to sex to give it to them, and
sex has nothing to do with love unless you're in a
committed relationship or married.

Through the years bitterness mounts towards the opposite
sex and life is fractured permanently, even those few
that find love in the future tend to spoil it with abuse.

Abuse left over from past days with others rears it's
ugly head, meanwhile all drinking and drugs has killed
billions of brain cells through the years.

What you have left is a person who loves you and all you
do is treat them badly, abusing them with your unreasonable
demands through the years.

A vicious cycle being finished in what started out as a
cycle of love, trashing it because of who they have
become, leaving the other hopeless, crying, loving a total
stranger and not wanting to be with them anymore.

Deciding what to do in the end, giving up on love and
moving on alone, not wanting to trust or let anyone love
them again, it's just not worth it they have realized.