People, are the only living creature that with power of words and action, can make you feel incredibly strong love in a blink of an eye. People, also create the distinguish belief that through love, we can connect with each other. Love and drugs, are so the only two things that believe it can turn feelings into knowledge.
Still, they are the same. And still, they are both wrong.

Wrong love, fools you into an understanding.
It creates a comfort that works as a fall back – a net of lies
that twirls beneath your body. It infiltrates your every vain,
hungers for your brain. Your thoughts are lured for the poison ivy.
Everything that will be said will be misheard. The aftermath is a passive you. Your eyes see red, red not from death, but from the color of your lover’s soul. The color she inflects from her heart, the color that becomes told.
Together you walk on the wrong loves road.

Til that very day. When she suddenly stops to say.
“That love can be wrong and that it has been all along”.
She admits existence, of the wrong love. Soon to say, that one day, they all will. Turn her heels and wave away, that proudly wave that screams of freedom and
“IT´S JUST OKEY, YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN SAY!”.
She leaves her scent, her smile and all of her weight.
Left me aware and alone, naked and ashamed. And there I am standing, in the middle of the road. “This was what I knew, what I knew all along”.

I asked a person once. Told her my story, revealed her my fears.
That love had been said before for the presence of game.
First asked her, as honest as could, but told her that she not needed to say, what you didn’t need to say. The question shamely rolled over my lips.
“Is this the wrong love, existing here, right before our eyes?”
Her answer was clear.
“No, my dear. I am in love with you, and there is nothing you need to fear.”