I wrote about this from more of an 'outsider's' perspective on love, however I have had experience on it a little in the past, enough to know how intense the emotion can really be. I was inspired to write this short piece from the horror stories my friends talk about when it comes to falling in love with somebody. I also tried to give this piece a 'grimy' appearance, for I include filthy and shady keywords such as 'drug dealer', 'poisonous', 'painkiller', and 'hell'.

I kind of hope what people see from this poem, is that love is more of a spiritual connection rather that a material bond. When someone gets their heart broken or if their experience with love is tarnished, it gives them a sense that what they're capable of feeling is wrong and unrealistic, forcing them to crave the things that are real and materialistic.