Love Is Ugly Poem by Makayla Johnson

Love.
What a brutal thing.
Love...
such an ugly thing.
I'll tell you right now
that love will never be
pretty, never fully joyous,
never golden. Love is ugly,
love is stone grey and
dusty brown, love is
mutated green and smells
like death.
Smells like death...

Love is a knife in
your heart, a dagger
through the eyes.
Love blinds and deafens and
defeats. Love beats you,
love kills you,
love kicks dirt in your eyes.
Love is envy and greed and
fire and ice and sorrow
and joy and wonder and fear.
Love kills and destroys
and keeps pulling you back.

Love drags and claws and rips
and tears, love stains
your face with tears.
Love is a frozen flame,
cold and hot and warm and
solid and slippery and
melting away.
Love grabs you with scaly hands
and holds with scarves and mittens.
Love scars and burns and eats
away your soul.

Love is brutal and relentless
and won't leave you alone.
Won't leave you alone....
Love hurts and tortures and
rakes claws down your back,
plants wings in your shoulders,
throws you out the window
and assumes you know how to fly.

Love is the worst and the best,
love is painful and never-ending,
love raises hopes and
crushes them like bugs.
Happiness is the illusion,
love is fear and hurt and cold...
So cold...
Love is rain, flooding and drowning
and rushing through, splashing
and racing in a current.

Love takes you away and
forces you back.
Love is ugly.
Love isn't hearts and flowers,
not candy and pillows.
Love is blazing and burning
and aching and breaking.
Love swarms like wasps
and hornets and pecking,
clawing crows.
Love tears out your eyes
and ears and throat,
love fills you to the brim
and you burst and fall
and sink down and down
and down forever.

Love is ugly.
Love is painful.
Love is brutal.
Love attacks
and bites
and never lets go.
But the funny thing is
once it's got you,
you can't get enough.