Love is a narcotic.
It steals your mind from reality.
Numbs you to pain, to rationality,
You abandon what you once held dear.
Why do we allow it?
Love is a hallucinogen.
It warps what you see,
What your senses tell you,
And makes you do stupid, reckless things.
Why not just give it up?
Love is a stimulant.
It gives you a rush, and a high.
It makes you happy in ways,
You can't achieve alone.
Is this why we seek it?
Love is a depressant.
It calms the nearves,
Eases the pain of living,
Allows us to relax in times of stress.
Why is it so bad?
Love is an addiction.
A habit that can't be broken.
No matter how many times you end up hurt,
You can't stop seeking it. You won't.
Why can't I stop?
Love is a drug.
It makes you feel wonderful.
Then hurts you like never before.
I am a love junky.
Junkies always get hurt.
 bunnyfan194 · Tue Jun 09, 2009 @ 11:41am · 3 Comments |
