Love is a Poppy

Love is a poppy
                         Rich, ripe, and red
                                             Not the paragon of flowers,
                                                                                    But attractive in its simple symmetry.

You know it is toxic
                             It is an opiate, a drug.
                                                            You just cannot resist it
                                                                                               It takes you to heaven.

You frolic freely in the clouds;
                                            You savor all the sweet foods;
                                                                                       You swim in the azure sea;
                                                                                                                             You wander in the wonderful world.

How soon sweet turns sour
                                        What was best becomes bitter.
                                                                                     Its real face appears, rancid.
                                                                                                                              Everything dries and decays.

All becomes daggers, sharp, stuck in your heart
                                                                      Blood running, you can't breath
                                                                                                                    You take them out
             Revive, catch your breath.

Your pain is excruciating
                                    You know you should stop
                                                                            But your addiction imprisons you

                                                                                                                             You just can't stop loving.