Just breed...

Torn

A callous mess of indecision

A breeding ground of pain, deceit, and innocent victims

The mind a venerable beast

The heart its ferocious assailant

Tempting like sirens on salten beaches

They pull

Ripping and tugging at the strings of the heart

And the thoughts of the mind

Lost

Relinquishing the need for decision

In a resting place above it all

Without forethought or consequence

Negate of any active participation at all

The body but a foreign object

Acting in reckless abandonment

Spring has come

We are not in love

We are merely in heat

Mating season has arrived.