Love is like a drug,
Used by the right person,
It heals and everything is sweet,
Fall into the wrong hands,
It breaks and the pain hurts more then death itself.
Love isn't a toy,
Its fragile and not meant to be played with,
The drug is addictive, abusive, and hard to find,
It's a hard cost to keep a balance,
It's user doesn't understand what their doing,
Neither does it.
The damage, the faithful damage that it causes.
Not everyone can get it, not everyone can keep it, and not everyone will want it.
People are different, love is different, drugs are different.
Not everything can stay the same.
But they don't like the change.
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Rant Poems
PoetryAll my Rant poems, which is basically me venting or ranting about something relatable in a short poem. #4 Poetryslam
