~Try Love~

Love...the image is so close Falling back and coming closer It makes my head spin I become wary of it Wondering why it even bothers To try and be kind to me I try to turn my back on this false image Because all it does is taunt me It practically screams that it loathes me I become a prisoner to its false hope I am trying to break free from the taunting I gaze at my chains and trying to find the answer Inside the entwining metal But it doesn’t give me an answer Hesitantly I seek help from my captor This once it accepts me with open arms I smile gently and embrace the warmth of love