Love is the poison we can’t resist. Twirling in it until we no longer exist. Love is the poison we resist, for it has burned and buried our passion for this feeling called love.
Love is ecstasy, until your high comes down.
Love is a drug. Love is the last bottle on the shelf. Love is blue veins, on a rainy day.
Love is easy to find, yet hard to keep. Love is easy to keep, yet hard to lose.
Love is selfish, love is free.
Love is a debt we owe to ourselves. I only kiss myself, and tell no one else.
About the Creator
Domonique Diamond
who I am to myself, may not be who I am to you. What I mean to you, may not be what I mean to myself. The love for you, may never add up to the love for myself. The love for myself, may never add up to the love I have for you. -Domonique
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