By Taylor Springs
4/22/2013
Love is quite the drug, they say
Its description is “addictive”
A painkiller in the most careful way
Its history is complicated
So be careful who your dealer is
And with a grain of salt, take what he says
Like any drug with buyers,
It has imposters on the streets
And if you allow Love to take over
It will so easily
Love will run through your veins like oxygen
Begging to be set free
And spend its time convincing you
That you need it
This drug called Love may be dangerous
And the side effects can be awful
Uncontrollable smiles or tears
Sweaty hands and hyperboles
Irrational fears or dreams
Seeing things that just aren’t there
Batting lashes, twirling hair
Too much of a good thing
Leads to sickness of it
And in the end, you may wish Love were never there
Everybody’s story using Love will be different
Even in moderation, things might not work out
Love is a drug of chance
Be careful how you use
Because too much is unpredictable
And too little doesn’t feel right
None at all and you’ll feel empty inside
You can live and breathe and you’ll
Get through the day and night
But slowly you might wear down
And wonder how you got to where you are
An overdose will cause euphoria
Your perception may be slurred
You might forget who you are
Or who you were
Love has many forms
Love might be the mask you wear
Or the lie that you believe
There’s puppy love and tough love
Love that is a seed
A seed that is aching to be
But it needs air and earth
In order to grow its roots and breathe
And quality air and earth
Are hard to come by
Because people keep tainting them both
Sometimes they sell tough love
In little jars and bottles
With not so subliminal messages
Wrapped up inside
Crumpled reasons for every sleepless night
Or Love may be sold
By the week, and hour
In a subtle pragmatic way
In quiet rooms with couches
Toys, flowers, and advice on the wall
By people who know how to love “just for now”
Love may be a drug
But it’s a drug we need
We need it to get through the night
To smile through the day
And to make our mornings better off
So, always pick your drug wisely
Read the label
Know your tolerance and dose
Look carefully and choose well
Proceed with caution and read all the signs
If it isn’t yours, don’t say “It’s mine”
Stay honest with everyone you meet
Because being you, is the best person to be
You will find love many times
But one will be your favorite
And once you’re stable in this favorite love
Take the seed and bury it
Deep into the ground
If all goes well,
A tree will grow, with branches and with leaves
And from a branch, a swing
The tree is in the yard of a house
No, a home
Filled with all types of love
Some of them, not quite grown
Water these and nurture them
So they will grow up strong
In the Autumn, they may fall
But they will grow again
Stronger than before
You are the gardener for them
So do your job well
They look to you as a teacher
Teach them to be tiny seeds of love
Love seeds, of the future