Let love in, and it will devour you. It gains control over your life, tearing up your chest eating its way into your heart. It numbs your nerves and bares your soul. No sooner, your defensive tower cave-in, and the entire structure collapses.
Love snatches everything you have without hesitation, trampling upon your sacred places, leaving you in eventual nothingness. It strangles you in its grip, refusing to let go till it rips you apart.
Against all reason and hope, you struggle to float in the ocean of grief, suffocating intense longing. You die a slow death, gradually losing control of the only thing that holds the purpose and the meaning of your existence — you.
To love is to hurt. That’s because you would rather gaze into the darkness, longing for the meteor that had fallen over the horizon, oblivious to the brilliancy of a star-filled sky.
