She fell to the ground,
he leapt from the clouds—
a deep ocean of love
demanding sacrifice.
She trembled,
he trembled;
this vicious love,
a danger to the heart,
carving holes in their souls.
They crossed forests
to find each other,
and here they stand,
entwined in the pull
of this vicious love.
Sometimes, love isn’t the soft, dreamy thing we see in movies. Sometimes, it’s like a slow poison—a pull between two people who think they’ve found something real, only to realize too late that it’s just an illusion. They enter each other’s lives not to bring peace or joy, but to chase something that leaves them both empty. By the end, both are left hurting, though the wounds aren’t ones you can see.
This kind of love pulls you in, thrilling and dangerous all at once. But underneath, it’s full of unspoken tension and heartache, draining each person bit by bit. They give everything to keep it going, only to end up feeling hollow, wondering how they got so lost. It’s the kind of love that leaves marks—a hard lesson in knowing you’re worth, setting boundaries, and learning what real love actually is.
Thank you for reading till the end😊❤️