When the heart breaks,
The soul breaks.
Is that what's meant to happen?
Love is nothing
Without a owner
Is that not true?
But blackness oozes
Out of the sores
Left by love.
It tears at the heart
Ripping it,
Letting the red blood spill.
The gleam of a white
Skull
Pierces through the red
Flesh
Love is nothing
Without another person to share it with
That is true.
Love can be the only thing stopping you
From
The
Inevitable
Love is like syrup;
It's sticky
It's difficult to get off
It's never a forgotten experience
As much as most do not believe,
Love is in fact,
A disease.
It poisons the heart
Takes over the brain
Shuts down the body.
Makes one do things,
Not needed
Irrational
Senseless
However,
We crave it
We don't want to live without it
We like the pain
We like the struggle
We want to experience it
No matter what.
