Love. What a mistreated word. What a deadly word, just hearing the word could light somebody's face up within seconds only to find out a few months later that love has turned to hate. And love was never actually in the picture. Young boys. Young girls. Using the word day after day but in all honesty, do you understand the word. Do you understand the feeling. Have you ever woken up, and wished that you hadn't. Lived a life of sorrow for years after years, but then finally you met somebody who wanted to make you smile, laugh, enjoy life. Let that person change your views of life, the way you act towards things. Fell so deeply into the pool we call love and felt so curious about how a miracle like this could've happened. But then after thinking and enjoying yourself, you realise that your still deep in the pool and then remember that you never actually learnt how to swim. And then it clicks. Your drowning. You fell so crazily in love with this person that it made you jump into water when you knew. You knew that you couldn't swim. Love made you mad. It drove you into doing things that you didn't want to do. But that's what love is. "But love isn't meant to be like this! You're driving me mad!"
"That is exactly what love is, mad"
The word love today is abused, by so many people. It's used as an excuse. But that's not what love is. Love is madness, love is a deep pool of madness.
08-01-17 //m.f
