Love

Love is all about perspective and experience, this much I've learned. The picture used is not mine and all its rights go to its respective owners.

It's a vicious cycle, this idea of love.

When you fall for the first time, it's beautiful. 

You fall and fall and fall until the air is lost and you're suffocating.

Love leaves you in a heap on the ground,

Crying out for help and wilting away from the world and all sanity, slowly.

You eventually find a new find and the love is shot like a drug, straight to the heart.

Only this time, this find has not felt the love you feel.

You're ignored. You're forgotten. You wind up depressed and so alone.

You tell yourself every day that you're just not good enough.

So that heap on the ground, remember? Of course you do. How could you forget?

You dig further and deeper into the weakening soil.

Your hole plummets like your heart, as tears rock you into a nightmarish sleep.

You close your eyes and open them to find the blood welling from your wrists.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Onto the floor. Every drop a sign of what you are.

What you feel like.

Stained. Broken. Unwanted, excess.

Love. Wow, it's a beautiful thing, really.

Look at what it's done.

Look at me, look where I am. Yes, take a look down that hole.

Look how happy love has made me.

Don't you want to fall in love?

Author's Note

Please be nice, I'm fragile.

Reviews

[Finally, Honesty]

This is powerful. You've achieved a very dark and haunting tone but its more than just a sad poem. It shows more than that. The "drip drip drip" part and afterwards was very disturbing but in a very good way. nice job!

[Edward Lancheister]

lovely imagery about love that you describe in that beautifully words, amazing :)