Love is an incurable disease,
a poison, with no antidote,
that either causes the heart to die
or causes the heart to kill.
When love drives you,
it drives you above the threshold of humanity.
It drives you totally insane,
blocking every sense of your reasoning.
The loss of the one you love the most
makes living worthless to you.
Until you take a chance at happiness,
you won’t realize nothing is irreplaceable.
If the heart you now find solace in
is the same one driven by love
to cause the death that left you grief-stricken,
all in a bid to get closer to you,
what’d be your decision?
To kiss or to kill?
Either way, your heart will never heal again.