There’s nary a few things one can do to escape love.In fact, it’s nearly impossbile to escape.Once you’ve fallen, your trapped. Trapped in an endless cycle of paranoia, depression, happiness, and the striving to be perfect for them.Most of the times, it’s not enough.Not enough for them, yourself, or anyone for that matter.Life goes on like this. Without hesitation it continues. No change in anyone’s but your own pace.The logical explanation would be to avoid this, but is that even possible? Probably not, for it’s a inescapable fate.Human life is plagued by this feeling of love. It works out for some, but for most, it’s a hole of despair.Life is so much more, life can go on. People learn this the hard way.Learn from them, from their stories. Ask a friend.Chances are, they have experience.This experience can help you learn how to cope. For coping is everything, if you can’t cope, you can’t exist.For the sheer pressure, the need, the want, the fear of love, it shall destroy you. Tearing you from the inside out.

(More of a freestyle poem than anything)