Love

I hate love.
Not because it doesn't feel good.
It does.
Not because it isn't the best part of being alive.
It is.
But because it makes you wonder what made you worth it.
I hate love.
Because it raises questions that weren't there before.
I hate love.
Because all good things come to an end.
Because without love the world is steady, ploddy and quite sound.
With love the world goes crazy. It goes wildly up and down.
Love is like light.
On one minute, off the next.
And when it's off you are back to night.
Luckily I am not scared of the dark.
At least it isn't so flippin' bright.
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