love is a disease, it kills.

Love is an incurable disease.
 I can't run, I can't escape- i'm trapped... forever.
Love makes me feel ashamed and used and I know it it will eventually kill me- kill me slowly, eating away at everything I have left to live for, everything that I specify as being important.
 Love will destroy everything in it's path and it will leave me... demolished.
My heart pumps blood to my muscles and organs, it keeps me alive.
But what if its broken?
 I will die, my heart, my soul, my love... will die.
...and thats just the start of the torture.

btw, the picture is not of me... so dont bother commenting saying im fake- it is merely from google :)

i have an unhealthy obsession with love and one day i hope it will happen to me.
beautiful dreams darling.