Crazy stupid thing called love

To some the destination, 
To some the vehicle.
To some the reason to live,
To some the reason to quit.
To some an obsession,
To some absolution.

To some a blind religion,
To some a ponzi scheme.
Where some broken hearts get fixed,
While some good ones get broken.

To some an autumnal zephyr,
To some a ruthless storm.
To some, a blissful blindness,
To some, an impending eye opener.

The thing that renders tectonic plates maternal,
Making countries out of land masses,
Idols out of stones,
And memories out of wrappers.

 

 

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