Love

Love is an addiction,
it is the drug that keeps you awake at night;
The drug that keeps the fire burning inside until you get more;
But one that has not achieved this sense of addiction,
has not truly lived life.

Love is a weapon,
it holds the sweetest most sensuous moments,
but can pierce a heart with the sharpest, blade-less knife;
It is more painful than a bullet, an explosion, or a cursed word.

Man controls this lifeless drug;
One word, one action, one moment can take a life worth living,
and turn it into a hapless worthless life.

I have tasted this drug;
I have become addicted;
I have been wounded by this addiction;
I have lost my will to continue...I need more.