Love?

Love is like the cruel winds of winter.

Binding you close.

Stealing your faltering breaths.

Stinging your soul with it's memory.

Fading.

Still you cling to it.

Picking up the shards from the floor.

Wincing as they stab you again.

Dropping them.

Only to try and piece them back together.

Nothing will save you from it.

It will come on angels wings.

Smile and draw you near with it's fallacy.

Endearing encouragement.

Closer, closer.

Reach out.

Strike.

I love you.

Too late.

It bit you with a thousand needles.

Searing flesh and pillaging mind.

Over and out.

Infectious.

You try to run from it.

Evading it with wide eyes and closed mind.

It ensnares you in it's grasp.

Holds you until you collapse into oblivion.

Wake.

Drowning in a pool of your own tears.

You hold onto the memory.

What you thought you had.

If only for a brief moment.

And question yourself.

Was it worth it?

That one moment of complete elation.

Compared to all your sorrow.

Was it worth while.

Every second of it.

Yes.