Love is just a four letter word to me now. It has become a stranger in the streets that passed me by. Love passed me in the hallways without even speaking a word. I let Love pass me by everyday I saw Love. See Love hurt me. Love crashed my hopes of ever feeling a beat inside my empty chest without thinking that its a lie. I got hurt. But Love kept me warm at night. Love took my nightmares away. Love took the sting from the pain. It gave me affection when Love hurt me. Told me everything was going to be okay. Love is now a ever fading memory to me now that I only remember from the photos in my scrapbook. Love came when Love wanted. Love left when Love wanted to leave. Love left me with holes the size of craters in my heart. Love was toxic. It killed and calmed me at the same time. But I remember what Love did to me. Love hurt me in ways that normal people couldn't. Love shattered what was left in my head that told me that "Maybe people stay." I found myself hurting worst than I ever have even from the worst wars I have fought. Love made me think I was finally beautiful. But the day Love decided to leave was the day I filled the hole in my chest with pure destruction. I staved and bled when I felt the hole begin to drag me down. Little did I know that the hole was just the grave I was digging for myself. The day Love left, I decided to try that grave on for size.......