Murderer

We all tend to give

more than we should

for a stab in the back.

But why do most of us roll over,

so they can take aim at our chests?

* * *

Love is a murderer;

And a ruthless bitch.

Though on its good days

all is forgiven in bliss.

Don't force it-- don't even try.

But, in the moment,

live love, alive.