Love is a bank.
It starts off as a willingness to share good fortune,
taking up a small loan and knowing you'll pay it back,
fortifying a partnership for the interests of both involved.
Divinity intervenes, and your savings are lost.
Promises go unfulfilled, expectations go unmet,
emotional payments are overdue;
debt strides to your door, and you acquiesce in its arrival.
Foreclose your sanity and sleep on broken eggshells,
wanting to start anew but having to close your account,
rendered lame and wheeled into submission on Cupid's gurney...
You can't keep living on paper bills forever.