love

Love. Love , it's a double edge sword. The kind of dog that'll bite you then lick the wounds clean. The kind of guy that'll say you're beautiful then in an instant turn to your friend and say the same. At the same time , it's wonderful. A bliss unknown to the deep dark unwanted low self esteem that lurks within us all. waiting to pounce on the latest blemish and feast on it like a dirty wolf , feasting growing. Eating at you. But , love is like a light to the darkened wolf. Ending it with a swift blow. love.