withered

Love shouldn't hurt, Thats what they say. I feel that statement should be true But when you love the wrong person, even if they claim to love you, the mere action of loving them will destory you. It will wither you from the inside out. First, your heart twangs a little, Then your stomach churns as those old butterlfies die, Hot tears stream down your cold face. Then your heart clenches, causing agony to concour every inch of your body. Eyes suncken and red, the spark gone, just unescapable mental and physical agony. Yet you yearn for them, the cause of your misery, All because you cut everyone else off, and they are the only form of 'love' near you. You want it, need it, crave it. Even if it destroys you, And it will.