FOXY X BONNIE ( what behind pirate cove )

chapter 6 what is love?

( Foxy side ) 

As I look outside the curtains of pirate cove I start to notice bonnie starring at me in the distance his face was directly in mines I saw all of his face, and it felt werid of what was I seeing and I know what it is....

Love.

Love isn't beautiful.

Love isn't lilacs and roses and chocolate truffles of every flavor.

It isn't for the weak, nor is it for those unable to support themselves.

Love isn't finding someone to complete you.

Love isn't finding money on the street.

Love isn't trendy nor sexy nor fun.

It's about as thrilling as a car crash.

Love is a virus.

It crawls inside you like a parasite, sucks on your soul like a sadistic disease.

It warps your desires and twists your thoughts until you depend upon it, need it, thrive on it.

Without it, you lose yourself bit by bit to your addiction as if it were nicotine wrapped in white, lit and smoking.

Without it, you can no longer breathe.

Without it, you stay awake all through the long and lonely nights, hoping and praying that one day you'll be good enough. 

Love brings lies and tears and depression and sadness.

Love brings jealousy.

Love brings lust.

Lust that'll eat you up as if it were a ravenous, drunken lover.

More, it'll say.

And more you'll give...

...and give...

...and give...

until there's nothing left but the carcass and organs and guts and fluid.

And even that'll be taken away from your spindly fingers, tear-stained face. 

The blood will pour from those fingers of yours in the effort to resist until those are bitten off and dragged away by the mangy dog of desire along with everything else you ever loved, cared about, or needed to survive.

Love is as beautiful as war.

Love is as beautiful as forest fires and volcano eruptions.

More lovely than a box of matches, scratched and lit aflame in a building full of infants and dynamite sticks, and more delicious than a red velvet cupcake laced in cyanide with arsenic frosting.

Even so, some still define love as beautiful. 

I say,

Perhaps in a cannibal's world, filled with delectable rotting flesh and savory suffering souls.  

After all, love is the most eloquent form of obliteration.

So, perhaps it is beautiful.

Perhaps it isn't.

But watch out  before you tumble down that hole to loving someone.

The moment you place it upon your tongue, love will pull you deeper and deeper into it's depths of insanity before it beheads you and leaves your corpse to collect dust among the countless decks of hearts.

I close the curtains slowly and begin to wait until I know when to come out.

                        We're I can see the love in my life again.

I will make a update as soon as I can, it's just that I have school and homework to finish and I need MORE IDEAS....

- ULTIMATEQUEENGAMER