Love is Dead

Love Is Dead

Watching memories pass us by; a relationship torn by what nobody knows. Perhaps, lack of trust, lack of one knowing how to please the other, either way we are watching a flower that took bloom wither away because of its surroundings.

While I try not to be a typical man, I pose a question, is this how a queen treats her king, how a woman treats her so-called “soul mate”? What ever happened to self-sacrifice and the desire to make one happy? Now we are in a world where it is all about I, women say men have forgotten chivalry but I say women have forgotten the basics.

Call it the emancipation of Mimi or whomever but this rollercoaster has created a much-tarnished gentleman who in a perfect world would commit no wrong but with today’s circumstances feels trapped. Where is the I’m just thinking if you text or some boxers she picked up just because. It’s lost, its dead. They say hip-hop is dead but if this is brown sugar and hip hop equals love then in fact it is love that is dead.

LOVE IS DEAD because of our own selfish desires, our own inability to love someone truly other than ourselves. Think about it, we sacrifice for ourselves, we make sure that we are comfortable and in an uplifting state. But when asked to do the same for others we find ourselves making excuses and not being able to commit to such wants or even needs. Yes my people love is Dead, you can mourn, you can choose to create a new idol, a new golden calf may be erected in its place but LOVE IS DEAD.

It’s easy to place the blame but we have become emotional leeches, only concerned with our own problems and views. We take our mates for granted and we allow people to be wooed into the arms of others. In the beginning we did our best because we were trying to acquire something. Now that we have to maintain it our field of love has become a sea of weeds and grass to thick to cut through. That same fire, it no longer exists. Where before we were building something with such vigor, showing one another the new skills and tools one had found to reach new heights. Now we barely communicate how to keep this house a happy home, we merely bicker about why this house isn’t a happy home. LOVE IS DEAD MY PEOPLE, LOVE IS DEAD, ON IT WE SEE AN OPEN CASKET OF OLD MEMORIES, OLD LOVERS!