July 13, 2010
A/N: Lines in between stanzas imply stanza breaks, since the Document Manager has been so hard to manage (ironic, huh?). Enjoy, read, and don't disappoint the review button. Its sole purpose is to provide writers' crack: namely, reviews, so keep 'em coming!
A/N #2: This poem was hard to write, it being my first CSI:NY fic, but it was worth it. I hope it really describes how Lindsay would feel after learning that Danny strayed during Season 4: heartbroken, bitter, and hopeless.
Love is Cocaine
Love.
A delusion that we all chase after
At some point in our miserable lives.
It is the one thing that serves to both
Help us and kill us.
Love.
A lie created to make us believe in
Something
So that we are given motivation
To stab our hopeful little hearts.
Love.
A temporary, superficial, fluttery feeling
Bouncing in our guts.
The feeling brings you up. Then you crash.
Love is cocaine, then.
Love.
A drug that serves to give only
Temporary refuge.
Hallucinations, general dysfunction, and heart disease
Are not only common; hell, they're expected.
Love.
An illusion.
A simple yet powerful fairytale.
The ugliest lie
A person can ever tell.
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