Funny thing, Love.

Love is like an illness,
Leaching at your rationality;
Slowly devouring your common sense.
Who you were before love
Holds no bearing, for you are different now
For simply loving at all.
Sacrifice becomes your middle name
And longing your best friend.
When love is lost
Your heart breaks into a million deprived pieces
Because the illness was the only thing holding it together.
Funny thing, love is, huh?

::One of the many poems I wrote after my Ex boyfriend left me::