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LOVE CRIMINALS




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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