Peace In The Violence Poem by Summer Wu

Love is like a drug, that addiction,
to the feeling of something other than nothing
than the numbness, and the hole inside my heart,
Is it good for me? Or is it bad? And am I destined to be alone?
Like the badass bitch I am born to be
Maybe I am not a loner, but an independent woman,
All while my soul aches for his touch, his attention,
that love, like a drug, worse than nicotine, cocaine, heroin,
Withdrawal symptoms, the craving for love and attention,
Killing every bit that's inside my soul,
To think I wanted it to be forever,
moronic, stupid, and naive,
Like a vial of narcotics, or poison, poured into sweet chocolate, when it touches my lips, the bittersweet taste of intoxicating love,
My head begins to feel light, my heart begins to beat faster and faster,
Blood rushes to my cold pale cheeks,
More, I need more,
being under a spell, that I cannot break,
Like a drug, damaging to its core,
But it's too late, chemicals, all the chemicals come into place,
More I need more,
Taking comfort in the peace of its violence,
it's all I know, too late to run,
too late to break the poison running in my veins,
Addicted to the love, the poison, like a drug.