Love Is a Prostitute

She comes by night in the form of a whisper,
her rich voice taunting you,
nagging at you that in some way,
lovers have found you deficient.

Like a theif, she can never steal enough,
never take enough from you,
until your soul is finally gone,
and the numbness courses through you.

She comes for your tears, your joy,
every emotion you experience,
she envies and takes, no matter how dark,
because she can't feel it herself.

She is blind, and knows no race or origin,
her heart is a chasm, needing to be filled,
Her voice can hypnotize any into believing
that she is their only mistress.

She advertises herself as pure and lovely,
her name is Love and she is beautiful
Love is a prostitute, giving a high,
and receiving payment in the form of tears.