There they are,
ruthless criminals
They sneak in your
homes and torture couples
These bloodthirsty
killers live among us
As wolves in sheeps’
clothes, they deceive us
They trap you in
your kindness
And they slash your
head of loveliness
Sometimes, they fake
being lost in life
They come to your
door with strife
While they attract
you with a joyful smile
But later, after
they finish slicing your joints,
You are just an
organic pile
They seize your
hands and make you promise
They warm your life
with gentleness
And when you thought
it was destiny
They neutralize your
deepest entity
They spent hours
watching your routine
Not to know you
better but to plan your last scene
They are the ones,
you give your heart to
These killers let
you trust them too
And one day, you
wake up to find death
Death by the ones you gave yourself
These people try to
know you deeply
Just to, one day,
send you to eternity
Listen, these are
not serial killers, dear
They are a bigger,
much greater threat
They, my friends are
love criminals
Beware of love
criminals
BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT
(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)
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