In love with love

That's my problem. For that matter, that's the problem with my kind. You stay in love with love long after it's left the building. Long after the war is over, the battles lost and the colours burnt. You remain in love with the feeling of being in love.

And then you look for it in all the wrong places. Places where people like you don't usually hang out. And then you meet someone entirely alien. But you want to believe that you're like each other. And so you launch yourself into another love story, making believe that you love her. But it's not her. It's love.

You realize your folly too late. Many ugly scenes, jealousies and insecurities later. And once again you find yourself on the footpath on the road to hell.

Sad but true.

Jack Daniel song

The bottle it’s empty
The whiskey it's gone
But my head is full
And my heart is torn

You see love and whiskey
they’re both the same
Too much of either
and you’ll feel the pain

A bellyful’s too much
A thimble too little
But the thirst’s still building
And the resolve is brittle

It’s time to call it quits
t’s time to throw in the towel
So roll over my darlin’
and pour me a double

Cos life is just
too hard to please
Leaves you beggin
on your knees

And love’s just
an unkempt whore
Do what you want
and settle the score

For at the end my friend
there’s aught you’ll get
Not a clap on the back,
not a pat on the head

Just Six feet of wood
a bunch of rusty nails
And a handful of dust
to cover your trail.