Poem: My Heart Does Not Fail Me

Is Love greater than Infidelity?
Would you mind if I had a back-up,
a second lover,
just in case it doesn't work out
between us?
I mean, we'd only be friends for now,
as long as you and I were dating...
but you know, just in case.
So as soon as you fail me,
they can step right in
and replace you.
Like you never even existed.
A built-in power back-up system,
for my pleasure and comfort.
Would you mind?
I do mind, sadly.
I think not unfairly.
Of all the
unreasonable and selfish
requests,
this single one
astounds me.
Naivety? Perhaps.
Blind rebellion? For sure.
Disregard for the feelings of others? No doubt.
Acceptable treatment? Afraid not.

Swimming in the worlds of "Love,"
coming from first-strikes, and name-calling,
lies, misdirections, dysfunctions,
and the rare moment of true, undiluted,
Feeling.
The goal for me now is Peace,
Harmony,
Love,
and Respect.
Interaction with "healthy" people
who have "healthy" interrelationships.
Role-models,
for ideals heretofore unknown.

Limbs infested with Gangrene and poison,
must be cut off to save the whole.
Sometimes if you are holding onto someone
and they are hanging off a cliff,
they can pull you off with them,
instead of your daring rescue.
Unless you let go you are dead,
helping no one.

Not all that sparkles is Gold;
Sometimes it's a spiderweb of demon saliva,
trying to ensnare you by it's sickness,
thus hurting everyone you know,
by extension.

We are Networks, Nodes.
There are Viruses,
they're more contagious
than many realize.
The viruses are intelligent,
sentient,
and they use us like Puppets,
like Food.
We are the source of Good,
but Evil abounds everywhere.
Though loving the Evil,
I cannot abide it in My House.
It's too tempting to me.

I spent too long it it's arms.
I know darkness very well when I see it.
How could I not;
It was my lover for so long.
Blackness, Oblivion, Death,
Sadness, Isolation,
Corruption, Negativity.
A blacker hole you'd never seen,
than the pits of my eyes.
And I remember.
Oh yes.
I remember Horrors you can't imagine.
So kindly do not tell me,
"It's only this or that."
I am not blind,
nor inexperienced
in matters like these.
Patronize me if you wish.

My Heart, it does not fail me.