Love is the worlds worst poison.The sweetest wine with the best kind of drunk. Even when you’re in love, it eats away at you. Slowly, secretly it claws at you from the inside, ripping out every fiber and replacing it with something else. Something unreal, like a drug that runs through your your veins with an amazing high, but as soon as the one you love leaves, so does the fabricated fiber. Then what? What happens after love? You are empty. All those strands that were created with them, the ones that miraculously stitched up every hole in your heart are torn. Plucked viscously from their comfortable state until you're no longer able to smile, or laugh whole heartedly. Every solid foundation that you relied on while  with them, every memory that dried up your doubts are now as sturdy as wet paper and spoiled like cream. You know this is your fate if they leave, you know this the same moment you know you love them. You are nothing without them. So now you cling to your love. And your love clings to you. Destined to drown in a darkness if you let go.