Love is one of the most euphoric feelings
The most intriguing sight
The happiness it brings is softening
The butterflies are mesmerising
But Nobody lets you in on the dysphoria
Nobody tells you how much it can hurt
When the love has seized to exist
Butterflies will be mosquitos
Memories will be all that is left
Memories you might want to erase or hold on to
Yes, you will be happy in love
Even though temporary
Yes, you will be in love
But For how long though?
No one will let you in on these secrets
Secrets that can make a hedonist an ascetic
Trust me
Weigh and access it, it's not worth it
Might not even happen to both parties in love
Yes, they both loved
But the 'heartbreak', they might not share
At the end
I don't believe it's real
I think it's a myth
If it does exist then, why is it so fragile
Lack of communication
Lack of trust
Absence
Little gestures can pull this tree that bears such good fruits down
Why?
Now ask again
Why is the line between love and hate so thin
When injured it takes nothing to hate the other party you once claimed to love
"This is the dysphoria of love"
