Love.
Such a funny word.
Such a sad word.
Such a hateful, bad, thing.
But why do we still have it in our lives
when it causes so much turmoil?

If you think about it, love is a
drug.
You do it, even though you know it'll get you hurt.
You know that it'll never work out.
But you still delve into it anyways.
Why?
Because when were are doing it,
when we are with that person
it's such a wonderful, sweet, bliss happy moment:
then it ends.
They drop you

down

down

You're hurting now.
everyone tells you to stop.
but
they
don't
know what it
feels like
to want something so bad that it hurts
but it's worth the pain
And then you need to get that high again;
you need to do it again
you go back,
it repeats,
your hooked.

theres nothing
left
of
the
cycle
  
You feel yourself spiraling down.
But what else is there to do?