Addicting

Addicting

Those who say love
Is a slow painful death
Has a point, a mind, and cuts all over.

Then again
Those who say what's love
Without pain
So true
So cruel
But all willing to take its aim.

Like drugs
Numbing, able to escape
Love
Must takes its time
To drain its victem.

A moment of excitment
A tear from their eye
At one point you realize

Its caught you

Dead on the web

You've been hooked

As the pain awaits.