Loving People

The first time I had my heart was shredded,
The first time I was left by my "special one",
I realized love is a poison,
A poison that courses through the veins.
People, spiders just waiting for their opportunity
To pounce on all of the butterflies around them.
Love is also a strong shoulder.
A shoulder to cry and to lean on
Allowing you to take a breath before the next grueling step
Holding some up like glue,
Keeping the card tower together in a hurricane.
Love is one of the strongest forces
Not even gravity could separate Romeo and Juliet
But it was the poison
That small spider, that ended it all

This poem is about: 
Our world


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