My love is destructive, vile ,and bitter to the taste It will drag you in and under. It's sporadic and vicious, a damaging fate Run, before I need you most. My love is jealous, selfish, an unforgiving gate It will resent all you do wrong. It's needy and bloodthirsty, forcing your affection To where Infatuation is all you can hope for My love is a scary, passionate, unjustifiable thing that will break under its own pressure It was not nurtured, comforted, or taught to stand straight It is an evil, inhumane, alien trait Run, please, please, get away.
Sometimes you need to tell someone the worst things about yourself, and there's just nobody there. So hello hello poetry, you are now that person.