Love is a word that I detest;
a single syllable that leaves a bitter aftertaste.
A powerful thing that I underestimated.
It dances alongside you like the touch of the wind.
It sweeps you off your feet.
It swirls around.
It wraps its tentacles.
It overwhelms you.
It eats you alive.
It is an overdose.
And then it leaves you.
You lay, cold and shivering, an empty shell.
A bare husk;
a shadow of what you used to be before.
Colours melt away, drip by drip.
A flood of grey washes in.
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FanfictionI'm trapped in myself; I'm dead. Don't wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours. Love ceased to exist in my dictionary. Till you came along.
