Waiting is a perilous task,
that leaves you undeniably lonely.
You live off of a small strand of hope,
and are sompletely vunerable to the outside world.

To long for someone,
is to start a never-ending journey of regrets.
Affection is returned in small doses,
that can't possible help an addict survive.

The end is so decisive,
that you either fall or rise above the surface.
Some make it through stronger, and some crumble.
That's why we call it love.