LOVE.

Love.
I shuddered at the word.
I had always feared falling in love.
Love is a virus, you wouldn't know till it kills you.
I swore never to fall.

Love.
I caught it like the flu in December.
My virus reeked of nicotine.
I got addicted to it like narcos and it was killing me rapidly.
I had already fallen.

Love.
I got trapped in an unconscious state of mind.
I was controlled by it, but i didn't care because it was mine alone.
I was ready to die for it, and I didn't want to be saved.
I'm dying from my fall.

Love.
I woke up and smelt no drugs.
I spent the day longing for my virus.
I woke the next day, but it was no where to be found.
I had been abandoned.
Can I rise from my fall?

Love.
Happy eyes with tears in them looked down at me.
I smiled as i looked at them.
I felt at peace with them.
My family.
If this is what falling in love is,
I don’t want to ever rise from my fall.

-POV OF AN ADDICT.