Cancer

Love is like a cancer. Once you're infected it's difficult to be cured of it. Though once it's imbedded in your heart and in your memory it turns into a poison like no other cancer can become. Love is a cancer and the more and more you try to ignore it, the more it spreads every witch way it wants causing pain in every part of your soul. The more you try to cure it the more withered your heart and mind become, bitter full of hate and anger. It's a feeling of dread that can not be thrown away. It's a sinkhole only getting bigger as time goes on devouring all common sence and leaving doubt and fear behind. Love is a cancer once infected it slowly walks you to your grave.