Love is abstruse
turns us congruous
when we consign
makes me curious
Let me adumbrate
Love is an elicit
leaves us bereft
but, we can't predict
A third person's entrance
makes it exacerbate
And with confusion
we hesitate
Parts of us exhort
But, of no use
Because, we know
that love is an abuse
Abuse to our heart
No one can expiate
the damage that's done
and we suffocate
- Laini
