I shared with you my heart and with one dab of hatred, you killed it.
Spread throughout the veins, the poison slowly took its effect.
Creeping through my body like a cancer, it devoured me.
Hate. A word we both know well.
Once it's started, it doesn't stop.
It's like a willow with a steel trunk that can never be cut down.
Or like the starry night sky that seems endless in the moonlight.
It is endless; limitless. In some ways,
it brings peace to the mind, knowing that you don't have to take ownership of the responsibilities that come with caring.
A feeling of security is followed by having the sense
that you won't have to worry about getting hurt by the feeling we refer to as "love".
Love is a trap. It leads you to a bed of roses at first, and you're eager to follow.
As you stand in the garden, the roses slowly began to surround you.
You are delighted, of course, not knowing what is to come. The scent has you mesmerized.
Then you begin to notice that the once beautiful roses are now covered in red thorns.
As they grow up your spine, you finally realize that they are slowly choking you; slowly, but surely.
Then, their form is changed; you are surrounded by venemous snakes.
