Love cuts, scalpel sharp, lacerating flesh,
love stitches, binding wounds that leave scars.
Love is adrenaline, administered direct to the heart,
coursing like fire through veins, heart pumping a mile a minute.
Love is carbon dioxide, a slow suffocating death,
filling lungs, making weary limbs and troubled hearts lead heavy.
Love is laser eye surgery, making everything HD,
a world of colour never seen before.
Loves is cataracts, robbing you of sight, blurring vision,
rendering what once was beauty to a grey world of shadow.
Love is the poison.
Love is the cure.
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