Love


It’s love

That spins you around, makes you dizzy

Keeps you up all night, feverish, that you cannot type

That your fingers tremble, eyes blurred

And you are broken to pieces, bleed

And swear “never again” and longing

To see, to touch

To feel. Love

Takes over, messes

With heads logical as they come, helpless

You stare in to space, afraid

So very afraid, of life

Of death, of love. Yes love

Is terrifying. Illogical

And deep down you know that it will kill you

One of these days.

 

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