Love Is The Poison, Love Is The Cure

Poem By Jojoba Mansell

Love cuts, scalpel sharp, lacerating flesh,
love stitches, binding wounds that leave scars.
Love is adrenaline, administered direct to the heart,
coursing like fire through veins, heart pumping a mile a minute.
Love is carbon dioxide, a slow suffocating death,
filling lungs, making weary limbs and troubled hearts lead heavy.
Love is laser eye surgery, making everything HD,
a world of colour never seen before.
Loves is cataracts, robbing you of sight, blurring vision,
rendering what once was beauty to a grey world of shadow.
Love is the poison.
Love is the cure.

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