Invasion

When love invades
It dictates
What you do

What you think,
feel,
dream of,
eat,
drink,
see,
hear,
smell…

It isolates the world
To only a single corner
To only just ONE HELL OF A PERSON!

Why is it like that?
I just can’t understand.
Love seems so positive
But turns out to be negative at times.

Hate it. But it will still live.
Avoid it. But it will still remain.

When love invades,
It dictates
When you’ll live,
And when… and on whose arms…

You’ll die…