Love,
Love is like a teardrop.
A glossy fountain of hope.

Love,
Love is like a poison,
It seeps through me.
Draining me of all happiness,
it makes me love them,
yet I don’t want to,
I try not to give in,
but it takes me.
And doesn’t give me a choice.

Love,
Love is like a drug,
The only huge,
The only thing that I feel weakness in.

It gripped me from behind,
Strangling me,
Killing me,
Killed me.

And that’s love,
The only drug I need.

-By Josephine Writes