Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Who would've known that this was all a fleeting love with a bitter aftertaste?

Love can feel so safe yet so dangerous at the same time,

It can make us feel so complete yet also so empty,

It can give us the will to live but can also make us wish to die.

Love is like a poison,

It enters our entire system,

Makes us bleed all over,

But love is also like an antidote,

It heals,

And counters its poisonous counterpart.

Love drives us crazy, 

Every single time,

It makes us reckless, 

It makes us risk it all, 

All for that one person,

All for them.

Then heartbreak storms in,

Making us wish that we should have never even hoped for something so big.