You play culprit as I fall victim to your consciousness.
A reader's discretion for those lucky ones out there who have yet to fall in love: this may make you want to curl up in a ball, hide in a corner, and then die alone.
Love is, in its fullness, a virus. It divides, multiplies, and wholly consumes your being. You become feverish with fiery passion, nervous with tingling excitement, and so utterly weak, that often times you find your heart skipping beats. (I can assure you, this surely, must not be healthy). Affection then becomes the prescription-- promising immediate relief to your imperceivable sickness. It comes with a dosage of fleeting contentment and security, and for the time being, you feel as though you are safe. But there is no such thing.
Hereafter, life happens.
The side effects of betrayal and solitude make you "snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity". Your heart plummets to the unknowns and you begin to doubt the roots of your existence. You are pinned down to the sad realization that you are sickly and very much suffering. The pleasures of whatever love was supposed to be, soon become an unforgettable, undeniable pain that will last a lifetime. It's not just your heart that ends up breaking. Every part of you soon feels broken, dismantled. Every aspect of what's left of your life seems to be insignificant. You become the victim of heartbreak warfare. With love, you grasped a glimpse of your highest highs. Inevitably, with love you become stuck at your lowest lows.
Sickness is my never ending cycle.
Take it from me, choose carefully who you love if you choose to love at all.
2 comments:
don't waste time thinking about someone who doesn't think about you. Go live life.
"Even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. you can't help that. It's what you do afterward that counts. That's when you find out who you are."
Cheer up kiddo. Life is just around the corner.
p.s highest highs and lowest lows... i like it
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