Love is not a drug.
It’s too delicate, too vulnerable.
Obsession? That’s addicting.
We reference it
Attempt to depict it, recreate it,
does it ever, really, grasp the emotion.
The need. The hunger for someone.
The Carnality.
This won’t resonate unless you have lived it.
Been consumed by it.
Wholly and totally absorbed.
Poems aren’t my usual but thought I’d give it a go:)🤍...