

Love like cigarettes.Love is addictive, consuming, thrilling, taking, life, death, the smoke that fills the room and blackens our heart and lungs, forbidden, tainted, stained and bloody, forever, never, everything, and nothing.Love like cigarettes.
Love is the cancer that eats the heart whole. Love is the treatement that rips hair from bodies and leaves flesh hanging on sad bones.
Love is the rain that puts out the fire. Love is the flame that slowly burns to ashes. Love is the pheniox that says that everything will be okay.
Love is now.
Love is something you will never find.
But, then again, love can be simple. &