Love
Love
Love.
It's a strange thing.
Emotions run high, pain is inflicted.
Hearts get broken.
But sometimes, when you have a strong bond, it never breaks.
Like super strong super glue, stuck together forever.
But when it is forced to break unwillingly, another love tramples over it.
It plays bandage for the wounds just torn open.
It will always hurt, no matter who helps heal you.
Love
It's stupid yet beautiful.
Irrational and blind.
It can't see when you have something wonderful,
Something perfect in front of you.
It becomes greedy and spends out like a disease.
Some should never be affected.
Love is a cancer, spreading across the world.
The true form of torture.
The true form of beauty.