love.

love is the most dangerous poison.

it festers and infects you,

and it rarely stops.

maybe it does when it wasn’t right.

and you find someone better.

but every.

time.

it poisons us.

love is the most dangerous poison.

we feel it in different ways.

different amounts.

different weights.

but every time,

it leaves us

writhing in pain.

is it even worth it at this point?

it never ends well.

it’s never the right person,

never what you deserve,

never the amount you need.

and every time,

not matter what,

it kills us.