Love.

It is something I want,

But can't handle.

It's something I need,

But can't find.

It's something I've searched for,

But I'm too afraid to grasp a hold of.

Love is everything,

But nothing.

Love makes me sick.

Love caused me pain.

Love nearly killed me.

Love ruined my life.

Love changed me.

It took the person I once was,

And tore her up.

Destroyed her.

Broke her.

What is love to me?

It's something necessary,

But disgusting.

It's something great,

But vile.

There is only one thing I feel towards love.

That feeling,

Is Hate.