A little thing called love
Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 6:35 pm
Love....
this stupid 4 letter word....
I can't tell if it's a....feeling...
or just a....mental illness of some kind...
I mean...
Is there really different levels of love?
Like love for a family member, or a friend...or a stranger...
Or is there only one way to truly be...wrapped up....
Obsessed....
Spending every waking moment pining over the lack of someone's presence....
Choking on the air of misery...
Believing they're perfect when in reality....
They're fucked up...
Flawed.....
Vile....
Seeing things that aren't there...
Isn't that the definition of insanity?
When your whole world becomes fixated on one person...
They're on your mind when you wake up....
and in your dreams when you sleep....
Until eventually you realize that you can't live without them...
They become your only reason for breathing...
And you'd give the world to protect them....
but nobody could ever protect you from them...
Suddenly that love turns into fear...
And fear, turns into paranoia...
They covet your precious...
You try to keep her close to the vest...
but she pulls farther away...
You feel her slipping from your fingers,
You're losing your grip...
So you grab....
and you squeeze....
As tight as you can....
Her body wilts in your arms...
She dies as she should've...
With you...
-- Sat Dec 31, 2011 8:28 pm --
Nobody likes me
this stupid 4 letter word....
I can't tell if it's a....feeling...
or just a....mental illness of some kind...
I mean...
Is there really different levels of love?
Like love for a family member, or a friend...or a stranger...
Or is there only one way to truly be...wrapped up....
Obsessed....
Spending every waking moment pining over the lack of someone's presence....
Choking on the air of misery...
Believing they're perfect when in reality....
They're fucked up...
Flawed.....
Vile....
Seeing things that aren't there...
Isn't that the definition of insanity?
When your whole world becomes fixated on one person...
They're on your mind when you wake up....
and in your dreams when you sleep....
Until eventually you realize that you can't live without them...
They become your only reason for breathing...
And you'd give the world to protect them....
but nobody could ever protect you from them...
Suddenly that love turns into fear...
And fear, turns into paranoia...
They covet your precious...
You try to keep her close to the vest...
but she pulls farther away...
You feel her slipping from your fingers,
You're losing your grip...
So you grab....
and you squeeze....
As tight as you can....
Her body wilts in your arms...
She dies as she should've...
With you...
-- Sat Dec 31, 2011 8:28 pm --
Nobody likes me