It tore me...

When people spoke of their story,

But have never held the weight of glory...

One human can't lift the cotton off of your guard.

Picking at your shell is hard...

And hard it will be until you crack it open.

Hoping...

For a fast rejuvenation...

The glassed temptation...

Sparking creation of another vicious cycle...

Wanting the same thing as everyone else...

Love...

A weightless boat floating in the black water.

A piece of paper flying in a thunderstorm...

A handful of change held by only the rich.

It's a teddy bear hugging a cactus...

This is love.

Your rose covered in fog and rain.

Your gold covered in mold.

Your pillars covered in cracks.

Always knowing that something lacks.

But some minds use love as a drug...

Smoke it every day and vanish with the smoke.

To feel the feeling of one's feelings...

And use them to achieve greater heights

A ritual for the fertilized venus flytraps.

This is lust.

What's the difference?

You're wanting the heart of another...

You're wanting the soul of another...

You're wanting the body of another...

You're wanting the attention of another...

You're wanting the material of another...

All of this mixture into one, big mistake...

But not all waters hold blood...

Some are as smooth as the side of a mountain...

Climbing without a worry in the world...

Together...

Tackling the forces ahead of you...

You and your missing piece in an action movie.

Your man holding the guns...

Your woman assisting and supporting...

Together you make a golden sky with dragons floating across the horizon...

Visions of nothing but blue lands and skies await you...

But this isn't love...

Perfect love isn't love.

It's a puppet controlling that skin...

Dancing alone while playing solitaire...

Wicked games being played every night...

Minds being jabbed with thin, yet deadly liquid...

We crave it in our thirst every day.

"You can't handle me"

"You're too soft"

"You can't control me right"

"You can't fuck right"

"You can't look at me straight."

"There are girls better than you"

"You aren't my type"

"You don't have what I'm looking for"

"You can't be rough with me"

"You're too nice"

Sacrificing your pride is the first step to understanding woes.

Sacrificing your envy is the first step to understanding hearts.

Sacrificing your ears is the first step to understanding the violent noise.

Can't you see?

Eyes hold a different form of lust in relationships.

It's everywhere...

We strive for a perfect partner,

But refuse to accept their woes when it comes down to the wire.

We end up slicing our throats with gasoline.

Love is a bridge with cracks.

Love is a rainbow without a few colors.

Love is a trophy covered with evolving silver.

Love is a clean pipe with little rust.

Love is a sky with clouds.

Love is an evening sky looking forward to the darkness.

Love is a star blinking endlessly.

Love is a universe filled with both amazement and chaos.

Love is lust.