What Are We Like?

We are like shots of vodka
The love we have burns, hurts,
Until the body grows used to it and goes
Warm.
Numb.
We are like the ticking of a clock
At first it's soothing, rhythmic, hypnotic
Until the trance is broken
and it's
Annoying.
Irritating.
We are like a free fall
Falling in absolute bliss
Until the parachute fails
and the ground rushes up
Too fast.
Too soon.
We are like flashes of lightning
Brilliant and mesmerizing,
beautiful in nature.
Until it's very beauty becomes
Destructive and
Deadly.
We are like meteors
Streaking across the skies,
in dazzling light
Until it burns out without a trace
Leaving nothing but
Whispered wishes
and an unfulfilling
Longing.
See, we are like all these things
Beautiful, amazing, and great
But in their beauty
masks disaster
But sometimes disasters are beautiful
are they not?