#hurt #pain #flow #heat #poem Love creates ambition, enhanced through fruition, something lonely people search for like its their mission, wishing. Its often confused mistaken for lust and attraction, feelings contracted and impacted with negative reactions. More than just a four letter word, love can be wonderful, but it means nothing if it has to be heard, it supposed to beautiful Love can bite you like a snake, injecting poisonous venom til your pulse stops from the suffering and heart ache with pain thats nothing but minimal It can be warm and reasurring then spin youre mind in circles leaving you blinded, vision blurry in a hurry, pissed at each other in a fury. When pushed and forced, two people may end up in a rotten relationship and of course not very far from divorce man i just hate the shit Love is not a game, its not a challenge, not something you cant manage unless theres equal balance Its like a thunder storm on a summers day, going quickly from beautiful to miniscule with a sky full of gray It should be a smooth fluent motion like the texture of lotion or the waves of the ocean, breeze blowing just coasting Love shouldnt be a insane hurricane, with lies, untrust until youve had enough followed by pain and despise to make you insane This topics is touchy, to me its real sensitive, realizing the price ive paid has has been so expensive kid Im dented, im damaged, broken and mangled, the love i relate to is close to the same feeling of being strangled Like two hands on my neck squeezing my larynx, i cant think of a different way to describe it when im comparing it Loves not bad, its supposed to be a blessing, so everytime i find it, why does it leave me worn out from stressing, constantly guessing