Love is not a drug.
Itâs too delicate, too vulnerable.
Obsession? Thatâs 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 wonât resonate unless you have lived it.
Been consumed by it.
Wholly and totally absorbed.
Poems arenât my usual but thought Iâd give it a go:)đ€...