Love?

It’s like poetic justice when it’s just us addicts to the love rush which is similar to a gun bust when we touch as cupid revolved around us we evolved far beyond “love bugs” but it’s crazy that I can say things like this and not know what love is but I know what trust is and I had faith that she would straighten me up as I sit here adjusted I know what lust is when I look at her the sudden urge to get drunk off her I know I’m stalling but isn’t that saying something if I don’t drink but yet willing to become an alcoholic she had me um what u call it, “whipped” well the fact that I called her master made it more symbolic so did I do the right thing when I ran away because deep down I’m no slave maybe it’s a phase but then again that’s kinda how I was raised then realized it’s not love because the only thing I was in love with was what she gave oh well I guess I have to restart this love game which was more like a maze to me everyday I’m amazed to see how depraved this society can be