Love is like a fly trap.

Love. Oh ho ho hooo love, you sick greedy bastard, you.

Love is what makes the world go round. Love keeps us up, holds us, holds us, aaaand drops us back down again. And each time, it drops us lower. Why can't love be kinder to us?

Love, stop hurting me this way. You know I hate it when you hold that blade to my throat, trying to pop my flesh like a balloon with a needle. You know, that's what love is. A needle. Needles inflate the basketballs, footballs, and beach balls. Love is a needle that first fills us up with such great feelings. Oh the joy and butterflies we get from feeling loved by another.
And then.
The needle.

Betrays us.

We turn our back, let down our guard for just one second, and there's a needle in our backs, and we are deflating. Sometimes slowly, sometimes we just pop.

The second you know you've been deflated, it all gets let out. You feel that damned awful feeling of burning in your chest. Your voice hurts from screaming for air. To be filled with that glorious feeling one more time!

Please....

Just one more time....

Let me kiss you again. Let me feel your cold skin on mine as we fall into that sick abyss of sweet memories and good feelings. Let me hear you whisper that sickening arrangement of words into my ear. Tell me you love me as you lie in your hospital bed, because in reality, you don't think I'm worth it, do you? Don't lie to me.

I am sick of your lies, love!

WHY do you tell me that I can let my DAMNED guard down?! Do you ENJOY my pain?! My suffering? My Rage?! You WANT me to spit in your face from my chains?!

Because the second I let it down, you go and turn the tides and start a war inside me. This fight inside is hurting me. Again.

I hate you.
I hate you.
I swear to GOD I hate you.....

....I love you.

I can't keep going on like this.

Love is a sick, cold killer wearing a mask of happiness. Like a Venus fly trap.

Love is like a Venus fly trap.