Love.

Love.
What a word,
Thatâ??s all it is,
A word.

It hurts,
It kills,
It makes you shrivel up into little pieces,
Then straighten your self out,
Just to do it all again.

Am through with speaking,
If this is what words do.
Quite frankly,
Id rather die.

Its amazing,
How a language such as this,
Can make you cry every night.
And leaving you with the final masterpiece,
A walking corpse.

Please dont tell me,
That there are others words,
Such as this 'love'.

Tell me to stay clear.
My heart cant take it.
So please mike,
No more silly words just like,
Love.