the diray, the lock, and the blade

A book
On the floor
words written in blood
words of sorrow,
words of hate,
words of fear.
It's truly amazing
what this thing
called love
does to us all.
We'll do anything to get it
and once we have it,
we don't know what to do with it.
Betrayal
one of the many things
that accompanies love.
Backstabbing
what most men do to you.
Beauty
what can be mistaken for love
but, it is only a thing
that lasts for a moment
in time,
and goes away
soon after being seen.

A necklace
hanging on a door knob
blood dripping from it
like tears from the eyes
of so many.
Given
out of love
thrust away
out of hate.
Nothing remains
of what beautiful love
once existed.
Happiness
what you think love can bring you
Hope
What do you have to hope for once
love is gone?
Hate
Love's opposite
what most relationships result in
not ever healed
no matter how long
you take off
so it will heal.

A blade
silent
on the wall
crimson on it.
The offender
dead beneath it.
Love is a powerful thing
destroyed easily
and heals never.
Hate
on the other hand,
is much more complicated,
it is not destroyed,
and never heals.
They say love is forever
it is true
but hate lasts longer
longer than peace
longer than war
longer than the world itself.
Hate surfaces,
love does too,
when these two emotions meet in battle,
it's done for me and you.
Passion
Love brings it.
Promises
Love breaks them.
Prompt Revenge
is brought on by love and hate.

The Diary,
The Locket,
and the Sword,
all fit together,
not in peace,
not in war,
not in hate,
not in love,
just in this life and this world.